The sun was starting its slow descent and the sky was tinged in the prettiest shades of pink.
I took a few steps away from the road and all of a sudden, my boots are gone; sunk in the snow like so much dead weight.
Alaskan men (apparently) don't wear scarves. On fa-reezing days like this, the jacket gets zipped to the very top.
This car is crazy large and handles like a truck. When I glance into the rearview mirror, I'm surprised there isn't a gaggle of kids behind me. But this tank gets the job done and plows through the snow like nobody's business. It's a seriously excellent snow mobile.
That rosy pink sky I was talking about...
I wish I could take a few of these fir trees and stick them in my pocket for the trip home. They're everywhere and so incredibly spectacular.
Drew was encouraging me to have a seat on the bench so he could take my picture. HECK no! That small trip would've required waders to get there and a giant shovel for snow removal.
Note the frost.
A stunning side road, just waiting to be explored.
Everything here is sleeping under a thick blanket of snow: big, fluffy evergreens, bushes, even the smallest twigs.