Visibility IV / V
A light mist hovered on the sunny side of the mountain and on the other side the mist was already a fog wall. I blinked at the fog wall between, it was and remained. Then, at a glance, I saw a small colorful backpack that I adjusted to photograph. My shadow just stuck in the picture all the time. At some point, I saw a whole huge white arc. It shone, it was clear as to what. Rinkula, on the other hand, disappeared in between, then reappeared. It was the first fog arc of my life I encountered on the top of the Ailigas fell.