In your mind's eye, imagine yourself standing on a mountaintop where all around is draped in winter's white blanket. We're not talking a thin blanket where the grass and weeds are poking through, we're talking a thick blanket where the pine tree boughs are ready to snap off the trunk because of the weight of the snow hanging on them. You take a deep breath and take in the cold, crisp mountain air and things are eerily silent. The air is clean, still and refreshing.
Look to the horizon and you see the canyons of Yellowstone National Park. You see a funny mountain that looks like the head of a lion. You're standing amongst what some people are calling snow ghosts-trees where the snow is wind whipped and caked onto its trunk and branches. You can see forever in every direction with mountain range after mountain range extending in all points of the compass.
You close your eyes, thinking to yourself, this is too good to be true. Then you open them up again and there is that same awesome scenery unfolding before you.
That's snowmobiling in West Yellowstone.