Razorback Ridge This is either madness, or brilliance.

Set for Feb. 8th; open to anyone!

The mountains were a formidable obstacle to the coastal boy. He disliked how they loomed over him as he drew closer across the prairie the most; but then he began to climb his way along its lowland paths, weaving through the trees and snaking over the hills, feeling the strain of his ascent mostly in his lungs.

The air thinned considerably as he went. He was forced to take frequent breaks to catch his breath or seek out puddles of frigid water to slake his thirst - but that chilled his core and made his stomach ache. He knew not to substitute snow in lieu of proper fresh water (it would not satisfy him, and would in fact freeze him from the inside-out, which was dangerous) so much of his time was spent hunting upon the ridge for any kind of water source to drink from, to the point that he wasted a good few hours scouring the same area in circles.

Thus far the mission was not going well.