We Live in a Beautiful World in Wanderings

This song was in my head while I hiked along. You can listen to it while you read my entry:
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Today I had to drive over a mountain pass and since the weather forecast was favorable (sunny and 50), I took my snowshoes with me, hoping to find time for a walk in the snow.
The elevation was 6100-7000 feet and I knew the snow would be deep. You can see by this first picture how deep it is. Both my ski poles are in this photo. One is just in deep enough to stand, and the other one is stuck in all the way until only the handle is visible. My poles are about 5-feet long. However, the pole was still not touching solid ground. I stuck it another foot and it still was not touching the ground, but I was afraid if I stuck it in any deeper, I would lose it. Suffice it to say, the snow was 7+feet deep.

But despite being deep, it was very firm and made for easy walking. I could hike anywhere I desired. I saw a hilltop that looked like it had a view, so I hiked to the top and found a stump to sit on while I rested. This was the view I had: snow-capped mountains in every direction as far as my eyes could see.

I then saw a neat rock formation rising out of the snow. I hiked across a ridge to reach it. I thought the photo I took from there was very artistic. What do you think?

It has been a banner year for snow in my state and love very single flake.