"There is little agreement among experts about how rock art should be interpreted. Some read elaborate legends into the placement of figures and designs. Others maintain that most of the complex panels may be no more than several centuries' accumulation of random doodlings, an ancient version of a public wall covered with witty graffiti.
      Middle-of-the-road interpreters concede that some parts of a rock art panel may be doodling, but that mafor figures and designs may be magical symbols to keep away evil spirits, insure good hunting, promote fertility, or bring about other good. Some panels may even recall actual events or important ceremonial occasions of that time.
      The fun of reading rock art is that you are bound only by the limits of your own imagination.

The snow is smooth and almost unbroken by tracks. It dusts the trees, it shines in the sunlight, it muffles the few noises in the air (mostly the gentle sound of some pairs of oddly narrow skis) so that the entire world seems soft and silent, uncrowded and clean.
      This is the world of cross-country skiing, and it isn't too hard to spot the differences between it and the more familiar world of downhill skiing - where trees are mostly obstacles to be avoided, where the herds of skiers and the whir of lifts give some slopes the feel of a freeway at afternoon rush hour.
      But though the sport may seem especially appealing to people tired of the hustle of some downhill areas, even die-hard downhillers can appreciate cross-country's other merits: excercise that can be enjoyed by almost anyone in reasonably good shape, and a slower pace that allows a chance to observe the Western winter landscape in detail.