Action at a small town rodeo. There ain't a horse that can't be rode, There ain't a cowboy that can't be throwed. Helicopter skiing the powdery mountain. The winterscape rolled away under them, distorted by the curve of the plexiglas. Their magic carpet glided over glades of snow-covered trees and smooth white slopes edged with blue shadows and animal tracks.
Winter has many faces in the mountains.
Like a cloud of wet moths, the first flakes of snow stung the cheeks of the bicyclists. It was a sideways storm. The sagebrush whitened, the premature tulips snapped off, and the roads became a slick stripe of wet slush. Ethnic history of Park City. Guided by hope, the came from the corners of the globe.