Clouds spilling over the dark ridges below the trail. Felt like walking above the sky already.
A sea of clouds over the blue ridges, one snowy peak peeking through. Couldn't stop staring.
Same view, couldn't pick a favorite. Ridge lines floating on a bed of clouds.
Me on top by a little stone shrine, arms crossed, clouds for company. Worth every step.
Stone cairns stacked beside an old stone shrine at the top, clouds rolling past just below.
Green meadow slopes with snow peaks playing hide and seek in the clouds.
Back down in the mist - trees and a little hut dissolving into the fog above the meadow.
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