Your car bounces along the steep mountain road, tires gripping tightly to the gravel as you descend the narrow incline.

Your friends sit quiet in the back seat, tired but invigorated from your recent camping trip in the thickly wooded mountains.

The air is fresh and clean, the thick trees creating an almost surreal sense of isolation.

Every now and again, the road opens up onto a stunning vista: the distant sparkle of the lake far below, and the endless expanse of mountain peaks stretching out to the horizon.

It's a beautiful sight.

And the sense of freedom is intoxicating.

Suddenly, your friend slams on the brakes, and you whip forward in your seat, eyes wide with surprise.

"What the hell?"

Your friend exclaims with heavy breath, looking ahead.

Ahead of you, two cars have come to a stop across the narrow mountain road, blocking your way. A group of people stand clustered around the vehicles, talking urgently.

You step out of the car, curious to see what the commotion is about.

As you walk toward the roadblock, you see something strange ahead.

A natural dead-end in the road, with the rock-strewn mountain face rising abruptly to block any further progress.

There's no way around the blockade, you realize, and the people surrounding it seem equally confused.