On an ice climbing trip to Maine, our guide told us to keep walking, past the trail we were supposed to go on and towards what looked to be a void of white and woods.
"I just want to show you guys this," he said.
Over a hundred feet in the air, there we were, on the snow covered trestle bridge near Cathedral Ledge in North Conway, New Hampshire. The only thing we could hear, besides the sound of our own voices, was the wind blowing the snow off the edge of the mountain. It was stillness personified.