Winters continued to visit the ski lodge, often skiing with lieutenants Peacock and Foley. He also wandered alone through the lush woods. The stunning beauty struck a religious chord in the young officer. “While in the mountains I found a church of my own,” he wrote. “The aisle is two mountain ranges down which you can see for 10 miles at least. At the end there’s just a series of mountain peaks. A storm came up and the dark clouds covered everything but the far end, where the sun shone through on those many peaks. The color was all shades of rose, a light, soft rose, nothing hard or bright, but just rays of light coming through the clouds. They were the most beautiful stained glass windows I have ever seen or hope to see. What a wonderful place to pray. What a magnificent church.”
~ Larry Alexander