In the distance were green trees, and beyond them gray mountains.

At the far side, a mile or so away, a range of grey mountains took up half the sky.

Elsewhere reared mountains, gray- blue where snow did not lie.

Far to the north loomed a wall of gray, rocky mountains.

To the south the foothills rose, with the mountains grey and green beyond them.

Not a mountain, low or high only hills and gray gray.

But making it past those gray mountains of scorching rock, they could now see, was hardly the biggest problem.

Finally, there are the low, gray mountains in the background.

Standing there on the deck with the gray mountains of California in the background behind me.

The gray mountains, snow-dusted, marched ever higher to their left.