Reminds me of my attempted journey from Salalah Oman to the Yemeni border.

I asked my dinner hosts about it and they wondered why I wanted to do that, and said it wasn’t all that dangerous, but one never knows nor was it completely safe either.

We went, we descended into this large mountain valley at sunset, it was bathed in a beautiful honey golden light and we caught an Omani soldier standing on a rock taking it/in (perhaps he was also getting ready or done praying). We would our way down and back up and by the time we got back up it was full on night with thick fog. My companions were “matakod” so I turned around. Eventually, we made it to other side of the valley were it wasn’t so foggy.