I live in Janesville, WI, an area in northern United States with long snowy winters. After each snowfall, parking lots are plowed creating big piles of snow resembling mountains. I often find myself staring at these piles of snow as if they were mountains thousands of feet high and I was trying to find my way to their summits. As spring comes, the piles of snow begin to melt and I see my mountains eroding from “jagged Canadian Rockies” to the “rounded Appalachians” until the snow is totally gone and the only thing left is a small pile of dirt that used to be mixed with the snow.
I wanted to preserve some of these beautiful peaks before they were gone.