This is a scene that sort of defines winter here--Whiteface Mountain (The Olympic Mountain) in winter. All those white stripes. I've always liked Whiteface because it's easy to identify from so many different angles and directions, so when I'm driving around I know what I'm looking at. Growing up in the Midwest we didn't really have landmarks--it was all flat farmland with nothing much going on. Cornfields, farms, soybean fields. Not even very many cows. A hog now and then.
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