Six hours of walking in the snow and finally the vision I had dreamed of long ago appears to me. A battalion of thousand-year-old watchmen stands there, all straight up to the sky. It is at the same time a protective rampart behind which one feels sheltered and such a powerful manifestation of Nature that it drags you towards the heavens.
I had to come back there in the early morning, to catch the first light of the day; a soft light that contributes to the feeling of fullness at the foot of these robust giants.
