One of the most beautiful places, when it snows, is Yosemite National Park.
After a heavy snow storm, we rented cross country skis and started to explore the valley of the park. Everything is white, even the ugliest parts of the park, when there is new snow, it's beautiful. It's like a person taking a white blanket and spreading it across a large bed.
While exploring the valley, we heard a blast like an airplane breaking the sound barrier. Looking around to see where the sound was coming from, we saw, in the distance, snow and rocks starting to move off a mountain faster and faster knocking everything down.
There were several trees standing in its path--one minute they were there, the next minute, they were gone. Deer and coyotes where grazing near by, and kept on eating like nothing happened, they did not panic, they just keep on eating. In other words, it was just a common every day event to them. As a matter of fact, when the noise sounded from the avalanche, they looked up for a few seconds, and then continued to eat like nothing happened.
Everything quieted down and the only sound we heard was from our skis moving in the snow.