I stood transfixed, gazing in awe at the scene before me. In all my visits, this planet never failed to stir me. The morning sun outlined the east side of everything with a pink glow. Like an old man, the mountain slept with its mouth wide open. The white beard of snow resurrected the tale of Rip-Van-Winkle. How long would this mountain sleep? Would it waken in my lifetime?
I continued my journey. I must reach the summit, collect samples and then hike down to the water before dark. There I would meet the ship and return to confinement in my mechanical world.