Visibility
"I've lived here for as long as I can remember and I have never been to Mt. Aminduen." a local said. I've lived in this city for more than a decade and I have never been to the mountains, I thought to myself. We chose a middle of the week day. We hoped the sun would finally come out as our good, old, reliable weather forecast system predicted it would. But of course it didn't. Torrential rain drenched us to the core. "Leave no trace," the sign right at the bottom of Site D was spelled out in bold letters, but barely visible because of the fog everywhere. We trudged onto the peak. Mt. Aminduen, there you are, I breathed. The rain continued to beat on our backs, our faces, our ears. The wind gusts were strong, tremendous, painful even like needles pricking our skin. We had to stay low on the ground or else we would be swept away. White density embraced the air. All we could see was each other's faces if we we were close enough. I clos