One thing I've always noticed is that there's something that makes me subtlety happier whenever I'm around mountains -- especially on them. I remember growing up in New Hampshire and how during my elementary school years my dad and I would take days to go skiing at local resorts. I remember the school trips I would take to the local ski areas on Friday afternoons in January. I remember waking up at 4am on the weekends excited to get to the slopes as soon as they opened.
Living out here on the west coast I really hope I can someday move close enough to the mountains so that popping out on a weekend with good weather is almost heading out into my backyard.