A serene winter scene unfolds at Alta, Utah, where snow-covered chairlifts hang silently above a blanket of fresh powder. Icicles dangle from each seat, frozen in time, while towering pines stand cloaked in snow, their branches heavy under the weight of a recent storm. In the distance, the rugged ridgelines of the Wasatch Mountains rise through a soft, overcast sky, adding depth and majesty to the landscape. With no skiers in sight, the quiet stillness captures the peaceful, untouched beauty of Alta’s legendary terrain—one of the purest expressions of winter in the American West.