All Photography by Brad Andrew
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The Eastern Washington forest has a serene, yet powerful presence in mid-February. Dense moss covered trees are transformed into a series of heavy snow-laden pillars, their branches all but lost under the thick crust of snow and ice. There is a penetrating stillness to the scene. A dampening element to the snow covered trees that forces a quiet so profound that the lack of audible noise itself is startlingly obvious. In the distance the murmuring hum of a two-stroke engine breaks through the tranquil landscape. A small bird flees its perch atop a snow-covered road sign.
Highway 20 has been closed since the first real snow hit back in early November. The snow covered strip of road stretches through the forest like a white ribbon, extending and turning amongst 50-miles of untouched mountain wilderness. The hum of the motor grows louder, and it becomes clear that there are in fact a group of machines drawing near. Another moment or two and they will appear around the bend, eight snowmobiles in tandem, their headlights piercing through the morning light, the sweet smell of two-stroke gasoline chasing them through the forest.