One of my as yet unpublished fantasy novels takes place in a region in the far north, complete with mountains and coniferous forest. In my life, I had never seen either. Naturally, I’d researched and seen pictures, but neither quite does the real thing justice. Since traveling through Oregon, I now have a much better idea of mountains adorned with pines than ever before.
Here’s one of the pictures I took. At 70 miles per hour, it was difficult to capture the true beauty and majesty of the forest, but I tried.