The years we lived in Oregon, I spent some time amidst the lovely and almost miraculous fluffy white powder at Timberline Lodge, Mt. Hood Meadows and Ski Bowl from time to time on Mount Hood. There are no words to explain the nature experienced riding a ski lift, especially at sunset. I say "experienced" because when you are there in person, and you are feeling the crisp, cold air, and inhaling the freshness, oh, man. All the way up our grand mountain on my last trip up-- when my buddy wasn't coaching me how to improve my snowboarding skills-- in my head and heart I was in full worship mode, pouring out my gratitude and wonder in prayer and song for everything that was coming into my senses. Truly, "The heavens are telling of the glory of God; and their expanse is declaring the work of His hands. Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night reveals knowledge." Psalm 19:1-2