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| Winter Storm Gage |
Right at the start of another decade, a named storm descended onto the foothills, dumping heavy amounts of more snowfall. Winter Storm Gage cruised down through the corridor, eliminating any hint of color while leaving behind a landscape converted to gray.
Trudging up a steep hill was a struggle but I did witness white flakes falling against the black trees, creating a soft, artistic effect. There was so much contrast between the two values, I felt like I was walking through a pointillistic painting.
A few snags and fallen logs were representative of the rough life endured by the trees and animals that survive on Elk Ridge. From a high overlook, most of the valley was visible but the horizon line was lost due to the dense atmosphere.
Working my way back down was a bit dicey because the trail was broken by rock, slush and ice. Back down at the bottom, a miserable wind made everything cold and uncomfortable but despite the bad weather, I can’t think of a better way to celebrate the hopeful beginning of a new year.
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| Heavy amounts of snowfall |
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| The valley was visible |
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| A rough life |
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| A gray landscape |
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| White flakes and black trees |
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| A pointillistic painting |
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| The beginning of a new year |
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| An artistic effect |
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