Mountains have something hypnotic, piercing, atavistic. A huge mass of rock, uprooted from its original environment by brutal tectonic forces and shaped by glaciers, landslides and storms. Sometimes, holding the remains of beings from an inconceivably deep past, which lived in realities tremendously alien to our own. In spite of time and destruction, there is still something left of what once was. And suddenly, in this archaic place, a cairn leads you upward.