Karrie Higgins | writer teacher psychogeographer

In Portland, Mt. Hood disappeared for days at a time inside the winter mist and fog. I used to check every morning for its snow cap in the distance, secretly fearing it might have gone missing in the night - that the clouds would roll away to reveal blue sky and a flat horizon. Sometimes, I wanted the mountain to disappear - poof, like the Statue of Liberty on the David Copperfield special I witnessed wide-eyed (though never quite falling for the trick) as a kid - so I could stare off into the vanishing point. Now, after a little over a year in Salt Lake City, I finally believe in mountains.