Across the jagged landscape, a cold mist settles upon the ground as bare feet slowly and deliberately make their way between stone and weed, the echo of wood clicking with each fall of the walking stick.The dark weathered skin of the old mans face wrinkles into a smile of satisfaction as he stops at the base of a collection of boulders, beaten down with age, wind and water.  It was still in place, just where he had left it.  His right...