Step up and out into the cold, cold sunshine. Barren landscape where everything living is deep underground, except you. You’re warm on the inside, breath smoking, frozen Earth crunching as you move your feet to move your body to look at your surroundings. The smell is cold. There’s a think line of smoke rising over the ridge, you can’t see the source, but there’s nothing else to do but out your head down and begin to walk. If you go at a constant pace you’ll arrive just a an night fall. You know this because you’ve walked the mountains before, enough times to know distance from a distance. Most people would even attention the walk because it seems so far away, in fact you still can see it like that if you try, but just because it’s far away doesn’t mean it’s not doable.