Posted by MiriamEllis
Earlier this month, I was standing on an 8,000′ pinnacle of the Sierra mountain range at the precise moment when winter arrived.
A few miles and minutes back down the highway, it had been golden fall with aspens, oaks, and big leaf maples in peak color. Then the sky darkened, showering hail. Right before my eyes, hail turned to snow, wildly whirling, salting the evergreens into obscurity.
Winter had come.
It’s a rare, exhilarating thing to witness patient Nature change in the blink of an eye, but returning to work from my time in the mountains, I met >> READ MORE <<