A childhood belief about places

I grew up in southern North Carolina, about as close as one can get in North Carolina to the towns of Camden and Florence in South Carolina. Long before I'd ever been to Camden or Florence or places in between, I had recurrent dreams about traveling from Camden to Florence and in my deams, the route between the two always passed among large mountains. By the time I actually travelled from Camden to Florence, I had learned enough to not really expect substantial mountains, but still I was somewhat disappointed at how totally flat that area turned out to be. Since then, I've learned to take some solace in the fact that somewhere north of there, between the route from Camden to Florence and the North Carolina line, there are some interesting rocky areas, hills, and even a small "mountain", including Forty Acre Rock, the Sandhills, and Sugarloaf Mountain.