As much as I enjoy finding the beauty in the littlest of things on the slopes I ski on, sometimes the view across the Bulkley Valley absolutely stops me in my tracks.
On this particular day early in December it was 2:30 in the afternoon and the sun was about an an hour and a half away from setting. The low angle of the sun provided a nice backlight to the ridge of mountains where the wind was blowing the clouds off its peaks. The shade of the mountains provided a nice contrast to the tiny sliver of light that snaked its way along the ridgeline.
Views like this, the grandest of vistas, make me feel so tiny. The sense of scale is immense and makes me appreciate every moment that I get to spend in nature. The sweet transport of skis on snow takes me to places not everyone has the opportunity to get to. For that I am eternally grateful.