"A mountain keeps an echo deep inside. That's how I hold your voice."
Another year unfurls. A beautiful first of January at Stevens Pass. A winter wonderland. The Cascades, proud and mighty, at their wintry best. Their manly ruggedness mellowed by the familiar powdery white embrace. The evergreens, how very ironically, draped in a determined spread of ever-white. A feeble winter sun trying its best to brighten one and all. A hint of blue sky here, a glimmer of green bough there. The bald ski slopes decked with a chiffon fog. Not a speck of colour as far as the eye can see. An old world of black and white. But engirdled with magic alright.
A day like no other for the mountain lover. A freaking, fabulous first.