Lucky me

If you read any James Harriot book you'll inevitably come across passages in which he's walking or driving around Yorkshire simply gloating over the landscape as if were all his and he couldn't believe his good fortune.  I feel exactly the same way about the high Alleghenies and the karst farm country in Pocahontas County.  It's so very fine.  And all mine!  Or it might as well be, since there's rarely anyone around me to argue the point.  Lucky me.