Brightly the moon like a jewel is beaming, white in the east, o’er a lone landscape gleaming, over the meadows and over the snow, glimmering, shimmering, silvery glow. Low in the east, when the gloaming is ending, slowly this white winter moon is ascending. – Charles Nevers Holmes
On Sunday, the last day of February, the ski trails at Alturas Lake and Park Creek were groomed.
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