The trail from whence we came. And beyond is nothing but clouds.
Remember when you tried to turn in a piece of white paper in grade school art class and pass it off as a drawing of “a white cow in a snowstorm”?
The night before was the first snowfall of the season and the higher I got, the deeper the snow was. As I made my way up with only two or three climbing parties ahead of me, there was but a single trail through the snow that we were all taking.