Enthralled by the enigma of fog, how it drapes the world in whispers of mystery. Amid our summer ascent of Eagle Bluffs, Cypress mountain's path led us to Cabin Lake—a hidden jewel, shrouded in a delicate veil. There, in the soft embrace of the mist, we found ourselves adrift, cradled in the ethereal arms of an otherworldly realm, where all that exists is the gentle hush of being lost in a beautiful nothingness.