...deep snow crisp on top with a soft underlayer
...window... with a view...
We continued farther across the meadow, passing this stream which was flowing very slowly so that the forest behind could be reflected.
We kept going quite a ways, but we were not worried that we would get lost. Better than Hansel and Gretel's bread crumbs were our tracks, the only ones that were crisp and clear.
So, were you waiting for that "best view"?