We start at the top; rocky and befallen with a thin mask of powdered snow. The tip to the giant rock, a part of the earth long removed from the deep and enveloping crust. We travel down—down past the rock-fallen treeline and the dimple-like caves—to a sharp edge of the mountain. Cut down through no force of nature but by the mountain’s own precious metals. Chunks have been taken from the side, gashes slit with perfect curves and a monument of the beings who dared to commit such an act. A permanent scar on a defenseless, raised patch of earth.