from season to season.

Covered in snow and frosty white after a January blizzard they look breathtaking against a bluebird sky. Downright arctic.

Right now, they’re bright green from weeks of rain and white capped with snowpack on top. With the clouds blowing off the peaks I might as well be in New Zealand, they’re just incredible.

In fall they’ll light up with reds and yellows and look completely different yet again. The Wasatch Front is such an incredible backdrop to everyday life. On nights like this one I’ll walk out of a store, look up from a ball game, or drive down my street and wonder if they’re even real. Just beautiful.