Winter descends upon us.
A few days ago we went back up to Harts Pass,
which will probably be our last trip up there for this year.
While frolicking in the snow, these were the scenes that surrounded us.
In the first photo, a snowshoe hares tracks point straight to Slate Peak.
The beauty of walking a ridge is the amazing views that surround you in every direction.
The snow tells the tale of our wandering path.
A Mountain catching our attention this direction,
The snow sitting gracefully upon a tree drawing us that direction.
To me this looks like a family portrait with one inquisitive child standing on its own.
There are so many wonderful textures in the mountains.
And on a day like this, all highlighted with the elegance of winter first mantle of snow.
Some snow formations tell a tale of cold and windy nights.
Betraying the peaceful blanket that lays upon the ground.
And the Larch bid their farewell until their next season of warmth.
They put on their finest gown and dance one last time upon the white marble ballroom.
As I type this rain falls outside my window with chunks of snow in it,
I have watched the snow line drop on the hills around us all day.
This could be a first tease of winter,
or he could be settling in for the long haul.
Like a Ptarmigan shedding its summer plumage,
the Methow Valley is shedding its gown of yellows,
to slip on a cloak of white.