Depends.
Near Estes Park I climbed an 11,000 ft spire that sat right at the edge of the Great Plains. Looking west, there were taller mountains. Looking east, I had the distinct impression that the horizon was below eye level, since my perception of "eye level" was in part set by the taller stuff to the west.
Also related. One of the weird adjustments to moving to California from Houston (at the southern fringe of the Great Plains) was the realization that instead of almost always being able to see the horizon, I almost never see the horizon. There's always a hill or mountain in the foreground. At the beach and in the high Sierra one can see what is normally thought of as a horizon.
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Near Estes Park I climbed an 11,000 ft spire that sat right at the edge of the Great Plains. Looking west, there were taller mountains. Looking east, I had the distinct impression that the horizon was below eye level, since my perception of "eye level" was in part set by the taller stuff to the west.
Also related. One of the weird adjustments to moving to California from Houston (at the southern fringe of the Great Plains) was the realization that instead of almost always being able to see the horizon, I almost never see the horizon. There's always a hill or mountain in the foreground. At the beach and in the high Sierra one can see what is normally thought of as a horizon.
- mark 10-16-2009 6:32 pm