I looked up but all I could see was that I was far behind my group. All I could think of was how much longer it was to the camp grounds. Then I looked left, I could see the mountian tips formulate rows one behing the next, in a window formation, their snow covered peaks glaring at all that they surrounded. I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply, I could see myself climbing the glacier at the peak of the mountian, sleeding in 90º weather, looking down at all of the trees and tents and seeing how tiny they were from the great height of the mighty mountian. But soon it was all over, my counselor tapped my shoulder and urged me onwards, and I never saw my glacier.