It was a cold day atop the Rockies. It had been a long hike and were weren't ever half way to the top. We started off walking through some crunchy leaves, but as we got closer to the top we stumbled into so cruchy, cold snow. From about the middle of the mountains all the way to the peak, it was covered with a white blanket layer of snow. We had just stopped to rest for a while. I took a deep breath in and the bitter coldness of the air burned the back of my throat. Looking out over the land below us we could see a narrow street passing through the mountains. Over to the right of us through a valley we could see another part of the mountain range. Gazing down over the valley was a golden ray from the sun. The sun's golden ray glaring off the sun lit up the valley like a light shining off a diamond, and we could see everything. Looking at the other mountain was beautiful. Seeing the top of the mountain covered with snow and the bottom covered in leaves. The wind was blowing, the trees were swaying like they were dancing to music.
Once we made it to the top, we couldn't believe our eyes. Looking down upon the street and the cars from so far up they looked like ants. You see everything from a different perspective when you are at the top. You can see the grey shadows of the Rockies for miles. The wind was more harsh, but I didn't care. Being at the top of the Rockies made you feel more attracted to nature. The Rockies are full with life. You can hear birds chirping all around, squirrels rustling in the leaves, and deer running through the snow. I almost didn't want to leave.
