Latemar was our first traditional hike in the Dolomites, and the only thing I would change about it is the weather. Climbing anything, be it a mountain, a tree, or a building, always gives me a sense of accomplishment and serenity once I have reached the peak. Taking the man-made ski lift over the man-made meadow filled with cattle used for people’s economic benefit was simultaneously breathtaking and alarming. People have truly made their presence felt in every terrain around the globe, but then again, without things that damage the environment, such as planes, trains, and textile manufacturing, I would not be privileged enough to view this amazing scenery, or at least not with the ease that I have this trip.

After setting my feet on the ground, I was brought back to the power of my own legs and my own nature and was empowered by my own unassisted action of summiting the part of the trail we were able to hike. These pictures document that journey.

After coming over the hill, we got a beautiful preview of the hike to come, and the mountains we would merely be surrounded by.

We left the world of man-made artifacts and entered the landscape in the state we were meant to experience it.

Saw some of the inhabitants of the meadow and mountains, who were gracious enough to let us pass through their home.

The steepest incline of the hike had me racing to the top, as I knew the extra exertion would reap exceptional views.

Finally reaching the top, I acquired a sense of accomplishment mixed with awe, as the world seemed to stretch to infinity.

I understand why humans believe in Gods, and also why we have tried our hardest to play God over the natural world.