Molly looked hard. She had seen that ridge crest sharply defined in sunset after sunset over the last few days, but now she had to admit that she couldn't say for sure where it was. How odd, she thought. Something as solid as a mountain can vanish into something as soft as a cloud. Molly was shivering.
Heavy snow is a lot of fun.
You can't see very far, and everything looks weird. There, there, Molly. A bird has to be careful in a snowstorm. And a snowstorm it was. Mount Rundle eased out of sight entirely as the storm front drifted across the Bow Valley.