North California. I was only here during my teen years, but it's where I identify more than anywhere else. I found myself here!
I spent a lot of time up on these hills, often just far enough above the house to be "elsewhere", but sometimes I'd take my doggie and a roll of Ritz crackers, and wander all day, back up the ridge a couple miles.
Here's a panorama I put together the old-fashioned way! Took the pictures aeons ago and had them printed, and only recently scanned them in so I could have the computer stitch them together.
My doggie is visible at the far right, a little black blob against the white snow.
And "home" is down on the other side of that bare patch in the middle left.