Hmmmmmm, my memories of this moment on our road westward.
This view of the Kitwanga Peaks appeared as, on our third day out, we went around a left-bending decline on a narrow snow-packed road, on a bitter morning. We wanted to leave early in the morning in order to catch the pink light on the mountain tops, but it was important to leave late enough so the road could actually be seen, that was 8 a.m. The roads were "cleared" but lots of snow still covered the surface. My two hands were on the steering wheel as I cautiously made my way down this descent (and all descents). Then, this appeared. My eyes lifted to the day's sunlight reflected on the snow while the rest of the valley hung onto night. Classical music should have been blasting out of my car radio. Oh, what a moment!
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