Split Dome +

Nestled far from well-trodden trails, the Diving Board became my solitary refuge during a fierce winter storm. With snow piling high around my campsite, I found myself snowed in for multiple nights, the relentless howl of the wind amplifying the isolation. On the second night, as darkness enveloped the landscape, I was jolted awake by the sound of crunching snow outside my tent. My heart raced as I listened intently, straining to distinguish the eerie silence that preceded it. Was it just the wind, or something else? The heavy possibility of an unknown presence loomed, heightening the chilling solitude. Each gust that rattled the fabric of my shelter seemed to whisper secrets of the wilderness, leaving me questioning the very nature of fear in the depths of winter.