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Here’s a classic example of an ordinary area transformed into an enchanted land when snow-covered. Families in snowshoes or on cross-country skis frolic along this simple route around the edges of expansive Pickel Meadow, with a few detours to its middle to admire the pure, rushing waters of meandering West Walker River. No matter what time in winter you visit, something’s bound to be peaking in rapture. It could be a heavier than normal snowpack tightly hemming the curving banks of the West Walker River. Or perhaps it might be the swollen, gleaming orange clusters of willows, standing naked in late winter with their new leaf buds about to burst. Or it could be a thin coating of snow, interspersed with frozen native bunchgrasses, dormant but heaving.
Here’s a classic example of an ordinary area transformed into an enchanted land when snow-covered. Families in snowshoes or on cross-country skis frolic along this simple route around the edges of expansive Pickel Meadow, with a few detours to its middle to admire the pure, rushing waters of meandering West Walker River. No matter what time in winter you visit, something’s bound to be peaking in rapture. It could be a heavier than normal snowpack tightly hemming the curving banks of the West Walker River. Or perhaps it might be the swollen, gleaming orange clusters of willows, standing naked in late winter with their new leaf buds about to burst. Or it could be a thin coating of snow, interspersed with frozen native bunchgrasses, dormant but heaving.
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