The mountains track to the summit was beyond recognition. It was hard to believe the path, which was used by trackers ubiquitously, not too long ago had vanished like a whiff. The last monsoon was longer than expected, and the relentless downpour caused the massive landslide, shrouding the pathway with screes, of some reminiscent ugly past.

Ever since the terrain way caved to nature’s wrath, people had stopped climbing the mountain and the summit remained at peace shining to glory with no trespassing from the human brigade. The tall tale suggests that the Sierra was greener, the hue atop vibrant and the fauna fearlessly thrived, for the humans didn’t venture the peak anymore. Irony remained, while the human cursed that fateful monsoon, nature had its last laugh.