I stand up and stretch my back. It’s sore from the weight and how I’ve been bent, scrambling up the steep pile of rocks along the side of the mountain. For the first time, there are no trees behind me and suddenly I feel vulnerable. I turn around and the world lays itself out in front of me, with rocks and mountains, trees and silver streaks that cut through it all. A lake nestled between two mountains. The world disappearing into the sky.