Brittle rock faces full of fissures stand amid mountain slopes. Run off trickling through tunnels, running over faces, tripping and dancing over the rough surfaces as the mountain goat, on it's way to the valleys below.

Mini-waterfalls singing through the valley, voices every louder and rushing as they join the rivers and lakes on their way to the sea. A mass of water moving as herds of deer and caribou, followed by the green of spring, the rainbow of summer flowers and the painted colours of autumn rust.

In some places the hill themselves are weeping from the winters weight, a welcome to the warmth of summer and the plenty of fall fruit before the long nights sleep.