How, you ask, could I not like the alps? Let me count the ways!
I will give you that they are majestic, and spectacular and a wonder of the world in their own right... but they strangle me. I drive toward them and cower. They rise up grey and cold and pretentious, ready to pounce like a jaguar, to suffocate like a boa, or to crush like the razor-sharp teeth of a great white shark.
I sit back, sigh, and long for a prairie breeze.
(I've waxed melodramatic, haven't I!?) ;)