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more scenic spots that the trails had to
offer.   The sweeping vista before them
now was her favorite, and by far the most beautiful, she thought, as she
dismounted from her sled.   “Isn’t this a
marvelous view?” she said, once she’d pulled off her helmet.  
    “I’ll say,” Ryan agreed, as he too pulled off his helmet and
then went to stand beside her.   The break
in the tress allowed them an unobstructed view of the wide, snow-covered valley
below, and with the snow still falling softly around them it really was a
magnificent sight.   They couldn’t have
asked for a more perfect day, and he was enjoying himself immensely.
    After a couple more minutes, Brooklyn turned to him with an
engaging smile.   “Having fun?”
    “Yep, this was a great idea.   Let’s keep going,” he said as they turned back around to the
snowmobiles.   However, as soon as
Brooklyn’s back was turned, Ryan couldn’t resist the sudden urge to have a
little fun of a different sort.   Bending
down, he scooped up a glove full of snow.   Then, waiting until she picked up her helmet from the seat of the sled,
he tossed the handful of snow into the air so that it showered down around her
head in a cloud of white.
    “What the heck,” Brooklyn gasped, as she shook the snow from
her hair.   Thinking that a pile of snow
from one of the tree branches above must have shaken loose, she glanced
upward.   Then she heard the distinct
sound of a muffled chuckle.   Spinning
around, her eyes wide and her lips forming a round o, she looked to where Ryan
was standing just a few feet away, suddenly busying himself with the straps and
buckles on his helmet.
    Ryan pretended not to notice.
    She wasn’t fooled.   “Oh no you didn’t!” she said, shaking her head from side to side as
little bits of snow continued to shake free.
    Ryan looked up, trying not to smile.   “Didn’t what?”
    She wasn’t buying his innocent act for a second.   “You - are - so - dead,” Brooklyn said
slowly, enunciating each word as she looked into Ryan’s laughing green
eyes.  
    “Who me?” he asked ingenuously, but couldn’t keep a straight
face for more than a second before he broke into a wide grin.   In the next instant he found himself ducking
for cover, amazed at how fast she’d managed to drop her helmet and snatch up
the large mound of snow that sailed by just an inch above his lowered head.
    For the next several minutes, he and Brooklyn engaged in a
full-on snowball fight that had them laughing, yelping and gasping for breath
as they ran across the snowy ground.   They darted behind bushes and trees, pelting each other with one snowball
after another, until finally, Brooklyn, stumbling backward, tripped over a
fallen tree limb and landed on her backside in a tall heap of snow.
    “I surrender, I surrender,” Brooklyn squealed as Ryan
advanced toward her with another handful of snow, his expression menacing.
    “Do you acknowledge that I am the ultimate snowball fight
champion of the world?”   He asked,
towering above her with a wicked grin.
    “Yes, yes, you’re the champion!”
    “Well alright then.”   His
expression was both cocky and victorious as he let the snow fall from his
gloved hand and then reached out to help her up.
    Grasping his outstretched hand, Brooklyn gave a hearty tug
as she rolled to her side, and just as she’d hoped, Ryan tumbled face first
into the powdery snow bank.
    “That’s what I get for trying to be a gentleman,” he
groaned, rolling onto his back and spitting out snow, as Brooklyn jumped
agilely to her feet.
    “Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” she laughed, watching in
amusement as he struggled to extricate himself from the deep snow bank in
Wade’s bulky snowsuit.
    “A little help,” he asked, eyeing her pleadingly as he
flopped back onto the snow.   “I’ll be
good, I promise,” he said, when she cocked her head, eyeing him dubiously.
    Stepping toward him, she cautiously reached out her
hand.