seems to rise around us all at once, as sudden and mysterious as
fate. The nighttime snowfall has erased any marks that might
have been left by other travelers. Our snowmobiles are an
obscenity in this place--all noise and gas fumes and enormous
Birds take flight before us,
beating the air with frantic wings. Their motions loosen showers
of snow; the snowfalls from tree branches look like fireworks.
Most of the fir trees are so laden with snow that they look like
Every so often, Mulder glances
back at me and I flash him a thumbs up. I'm surprised at how
warm I am."