You know you live...

in a small mountain town....

when you can see the clouds' silver linings without a haze of fog.when the trees and fields are their own kind of natural history museum.
when nearly everybody has their own stream, river, or pond on their property.
when there are more cemetaries than stores.
when two vehicles on the highway is considered traffic.
when cud-chewing cows stare you down on the side of the highway.
and in my best Letterman voice... " You know you have moved to a small mountain town when the horses stop for the red light with the rest of the traffic."
And people ask why I ever felt compelled to leave the city life to move out here.