Dirt, grim, pollution, politics, noise, all things the city obtains. Those are also aspects you wanted to get away from. The warm weather allowed for a medium length hike to the top of a mountain. It was cool but not cold. The lake reflected the blue of the sky, the trees surrounded the area like a wall, with a few openings. The loneliness you had been craving was right in your hands. But then you heard foot steps.

“Don’t usually get much people up here.” a man walked up to you in hiking gear. He had on khaki shorts, boots, a white shirt, and red flannel. He had on a brown hat. He had a camera around his neck and a notebook in his hand.