In the picture, Mr. Kang can be seen beside the flowing of the river. Facing the mountains on the other side. This symbolizes the feelings inside us when we first arrived on this expedition. To the fellow citizens of central Beijing, the north is narrated as a mystical haven for those daring enough to venture further in than the common city centers. As we arrive, the turquoise water and the crisp blue skies are the first to come in to our sights through the openings in our caravan. However, we do not fall for this uncomplicated disguise. Comfort and relaxation is just what the demons and spirit residing here want us to accept. We have been told by weary travelers before we set on this adventure that these lands we are about to set foot in has several secrets. When dusk falls upon the lands, the air becomes lethal. Some unprepared adventurers have been frozen into ice by the nightly breeze. They say that the breeze is powerful enough to penetrate through clothing as tough as steel plates. Some of our fellow travelers were not prepared for the sudden coldness of the air around us. Many of us had fallen after this expedition.