Wilderness starts on the doorstep in Siberia. Sparse, sturdy pine trees stand out against the snow. Lakes abound, and are identifiable in winter only by an absence of trees on the snow. Not that that is considered cold. Below that operations switch to standby mode, with only limited maintenance carried out.
Oilmen prefer winter.
Even in the Siberian winter, glorious days are known. Ob, one of the great rivers of Siberia which rises in the Altai mountains near the border with China and flows north across Siberia to the Arctic Ocean. The vast river is frozen to a depth of several feet in March, and covered with a thick layer of snow. Loose powder snow billowing across its surface in a strong, freezing wind creates a vivid impression of movement, so the Ob appears to be flowing even as one walks across it. The river is home to the muksun, a fish greatly prized as a smoked delicacy.