Snow Caps Hold Memories

by Cadance Omdahl, College English 12, Mrs. Didrikson

It was spring. The leaves were returning, the grass was slowly converting back to green once again. I sat silently, watching the unfamiliar mountainous terrain pass by through the window. I had been stuck for nearly a whole day in the truck with my family. Luckily, staring out the window as we climbed the curved roads leading up the mountain was interesting enough to stay enraptured with. Shadows loomed over us as we drove on, as if the very mountain was stooped over to scoop up the truck and deliver us to its top. The longer we drove, the...