The whole time watching this film, I was bracing myself for disappointment, that it would end with a car company logo. It doesn’t, thank goodness, and the car, really, is incidental to the place. That it is, ultimately, a pitch for said place shouldn’t be a surprise, I suppose, as everything has to get paid for somehow. So, I set all that aside and watched it again, and then again, and I was struck by what a wonderful world this is. In a world full of tumult, in a season of discontent, these images of braided rivers and glacial ice and the stoic, unfeeling peaks dappled with snow, well, they all served as an escape, as a salve, as a promise of deliverance.

But maybe that’s just me, sitting where I am right now.

Steve Casimiro is the editor of Adventure Journal. Follow him on Instagram at @stevecasimiro.