Seven days after the engage has drowned, the Shoshone guides had led them into a wide valley with clusters of trees and mountain ridges standing as sentinels.
from A Name of Her Own by Jane Kirkpatrick
Two days later Hunt's party overlooked a valley that spread like a gold-and-brown blanket patched with white. Snow-dusted tips rimmed the flat below, surrounded by a thousand horses. And beyond flowed a river, a vivid ribbon of blue.
from A Name of Her Own by Jane Kirkpatrick
What's your favourite valley?
