The sky was the crispest shade of cerulean, with cirrus clouds spattered around like white paint on a blue canvas. The mountain rock was stark and chalky in some places, like cut clay. In others, piles of sandy stones gathered to form sharp peaks.
Atop a desert mountain, there is total silence. You can see far into the distance, and you see nothing – no people, animals, or trees.
Before long, we were at the foot of a massive climb – pale rocks like uncut gemstones, glistening in the early morning sun.