A Blanketing Silence
Grace Lakes Trail, Stevens Pass, Washington
In this world of snowy solitude, the most striking aspect of my time out on the trail was the absence of sound. After departing the trailhead shared with a busy ski area, I encountered only a few other snowshoers and backcountry skiers throughout the day. With the deep, soft snow covering the landscape, it was as through a blanket of silence had been laid over it all, with only a few muffled noises made by my snowshoes.
Along the way I took many opportunities to stop and simply absorb the sound of nothing...and everything. In those moments of utter silence, surrounded only by snow, trees, and mountains, it was as though everything else in the world had ceased to exist.
A Blanketing Silence
Grace Lakes Trail, Stevens Pass, Washington
In this world of snowy solitude, the most striking aspect of my time out on the trail was the absence of sound. After departing the trailhead shared with a busy ski area, I encountered only a few other snowshoers and backcountry skiers throughout the day. With the deep, soft snow covering the landscape, it was as through a blanket of silence had been laid over it all, with only a few muffled noises made by my snowshoes.
Along the way I took many opportunities to stop and simply absorb the sound of nothing...and everything. In those moments of utter silence, surrounded only by snow, trees, and mountains, it was as though everything else in the world had ceased to exist.