Four years ago today, February 8th, of 2016, out in a storm with my niece and nephew, Virginia and Diego Bravo, we came upon a sanctuary of crystal. The land was enveloped in snow. For my friends, being in a snowstorm was an exhilarating experience, and for me too, but something special for them, because they come from a place where there are no storms, such as this. I wrote on that day:
Wonderland! A small lake on the trail of Mansfield Hollow Dam. Went out in the middle of the snowstorm. We could hear the sound of branches breaking off the trees, and saw them falling, to the ground. We were wary of what might fall on us, from above. Manna, maybe.
On Tiffany Creek 