Don't miss the details. I've often found myself just as amazed by the largest wonders as I have by the smallest intricacies. I'd never seen ice on fir needles like I did on Dog mountain that day, and it was unreal. Come to think of it, I don't think I had ever been that excited over foliage before. The weather 2,000 feet above the gorge was overcast and blustery, and although the mountain proudly stood over the river basin below, the real king of the hill was the wind. The trees all wore their branches on one end & only the leeward side of the mountain was allowed to savor its snow. Even still, the ice that stayed formed only on one side of the brush.