"Hillocks and haystacks rise up, isles in a smoking brume. After the snow of the night before, the day is washed clean: all is silver and bright with ice, and a light wind moves us forward. Here and there snow has blown aside, revealing the line of the great white stone road that slices through the hills. It is an unswerving line marked by the Romans, carved straight out of this untrammeled landscape.”


— from the novel SINFUL FOLK



PHOTO: Coquihalla Mountain -- Luke Gram

Source: http://sinfulfolk.com