CRYSTAL FLAKES FROM HEAVEN ~2005

The anticipation was mounting.  We continued to drive farther up the interstate.   The frozen piles of snow along the roadside soon gave way to endless blankets of snow as we reached the Emigrant Gap exit.

  The narrow road into camp was flanked with piles of snow on each side, we slowly made our way the last few miles.  Anticipating our arrival our son had plowed the snow earlier that morning.

He met us at the first gate. With only the tops of the orange snow stakes visible, the road led us to the first campground parking lot where we left our vehicle and hiked up the last mile. 
The feeling and excitement mounted as the snow banks increased in height forming a tunnel-like effect.  We trudged on, we noticed icicles forming on the tops of the snow bank that faced the sun. The snow glistened giving a sparkling, crystal effect.
"There are no words to describe to full extent the peacefulness and the magical feeling snow transmits", the feeling of being in a dream but not actually being in the dream.  Until this moment my knowledge of snow was limited.

 We walked on endlessly.  The bright sunlight, a deep blue sky and the snow draped world became a momentous day.  The air was fresh and crisp.  The beauty of snow covered trees is inescapable.
Just when I thought the road would never end and rounding that last bend an amazing, magical, world appeared. I stood in awe at what loomed ahead.
I was so overwhelmed, the beauty was breath taking, the lake was frozen and covered with snow, giving you the false illusion that one could just walk on over to the other side.  It was one of those memories that I wanted to hold onto as long as I could.
The tranquility and peacefulness was broken only by our foot step crackling sounds,and  an occasional joyful comment.

This was one of those times when one experiences the beauty and glorious art of the natural world that God has created for us to enjoy.  Can you imagine what the last bend in our life journey will behold as we round that last curve and see Jesus?

“Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.”  ~Candace Bushnell