The pass lies at the foot of Monte Moro.

The passes lie at no more than three or four thousand feet, and there are roads of a sort.

If I had been there before, then perhaps, but I get no impression of where the pass may lie.

If the pass lies northward, we still might chance across it before it is impassable.

"The pass lies that way," he said, pointing up the crossroads and toward the peaks.

This is all wilderness out here, and just beyond that pass lies the enchanted forest we call home.

This pass lies between the border controls of both countries and is approximately 9 km in length and requires above average driving experience.

The pass lies between the Wildhorn on the west and the Wildstrubel on the east.

The pass didn't lie level but climbed toward the crest of a saddle; and so Jazz, too, must climb.

This pass lies something like six hundred miles from the western extent of the range.