Downtrodden leaf pathways

We drove off to the far cliffy ends of the foothills, somewhere out in Utah or some foreign land completely unbeknownst to humankind. We observed a few smoky chimneys from the steeped foundation houses, right below the red picket-taped line that stood on perfectly spaced poles and marked the barrier between housing sprawl and the uppermost third of the mountain tips. Getting out of the car, there appeared to be snowboard tracks that came from nowhere, either leading directly off of the cliff's face or coming directly onto it. They carved edges over piles of downtrodden leaves, autumn-colored, and made their way back towards those same chimney stacks.

Jarom enjoyed the view, but wished he were snowboarding and making those fresh tracks over the pure powdery snow that lay thickly blanketed in even heaps next to the warm stone furnaces that kept the rich asleep.