Date: 4/15/2016
By CowsBeFlyin
I was traversing a small vilage, covered entirely in snow. There were a bunch of little snowpiles/mountains that I, along with Mr. Orton and what I believe was a couple others climbed and played on and around. We were on our way to one of the huts but most definitely not in a hurry to get there, despite the sky being dark it shined bright and my vision was only limited by my own eyesight.