The Arrival At Mount Hua

Struggling to catch my breath as I huffed and puffed, I used my weak knees to push me uphill, taking one slow and steady step at a time.

The mountain path ahead of me was steep, twisted, narrow, and cloaked in a blanket of knee-deep snow.

A single misstep and I would fall into the deep, dark valley below, lost in the chasm forever.

Chilly winds assailed, threatening to push climbers toward the precipice, but I held on to my dear life.

I was wearing a thick, black windbreaker to fight the cold and boots specialized for snow trekking.

Yet, each step I took was a dangerous gamble between life and death since the possibility of slipping from here into a fatal descent was very real.

…Okay, maybe the situation wasn't THAT dramatic. I knew my master would save me in the nick of time if I were to fall.

But still!

The narrow mountain path was undeniably scary especially since the snow had made it slippery.