We both love hiking, and in Peter's case mountaineering and rock climbing (I enjoy those last two as well but have not had nearly as much experience as he's had.) So we were thrilled to be moving to a city surrounded by mountains. And, it wasn't until we were driving into town in our 22-foot Penske truck that I realized just how close the mountains were. And at that particular juncture with our truck careening downhill and inching uphill, they were actually a little too close for comfort!
The mountains and foothills are so present around the city that you'll catch breathtaking views in unexpected places. For example, on my commute to work. There's one stretch where the train takes a curve while going uphill and you can see snow-covered peaks as it rounds the bend.
Also, when we go running. Our running path here is what I imagine running in heaven will be like (except in heaven, I hope that there will be no actual running, but rather ethereally floating about upon soft clouds over streets of gold). We run down to a place called Liberty Park where we follow a running trail around and then we run back uphill to our place. At the park there is a nice lake where Canadian geese were living until just recently (maybe they went back north for the summer??). Over the lake you can see the sun-drenched foothills and on the other side the snow-capped mountains. And, the water fountain is a natural, continuously flowing, underground spring! It's a very pleasant running experience.
Here is a view of the mountains from our front door. It's not nearly as beautiful in the picture as it is in person, but you get the idea.