When we at last reached the bottom, what a joy it was for my tired body. I came from a cold and frozen mountain world down into a warm and seething valley in which I sat myself down and ate wild strawberries. Instead of snow and ice I saw green plants blossoming at their most beautiful, and never before and nowhere else had I seen such tall grass. Instead of the strong wind there was the fine scent of clover in flower and of other plants. O, most beautiful summer!