One early Spring morning, Charlie wakes up and decides to go on an adventure. He packs his pack with all the essentials. Steps out his front door and takes a deep breath of the cool mountain air.

He looks around at the trees, the pond, the mountains and decides to walk past the pond and up the mountain.

He finds the river and takes a break, finding a seat on a boulder. As he sits and watches the leaves on the trees dance to some unknown and unrecognizable rhythm, he eats a snack while enjoying the sound they make.

Once finished and refreshed, he decides to go farther up the mountain, following the river. The river turns to a stream as he continues to climb, he stops and looks over the valley.

Charlie can see his cabin, the pond outside of it and the river meandering through the trees. Eating another snack, Charlie has an internal conversation either to go back or keep climbing to see where the stream starts.

Farther up the mountain, is his decision, and he decides to see where the stream starts. He follows the stream as it winds up and around in an area of the mountains he had never been before. He assumes that the trickle of water, which is what the stream had turned into, would be coming from snow melting farther up the climb.

As he neared the source, he found that the trickle had started from the base of a large glacier the height of the mountain where it was nestled, which happened to be in an area he could not see from his cabin. He approached the wall of the glacier and rubbed the rough ice off.

Peering in, he felt as though he could see into it deeper and deeper. As he stared, he saw two lights behind the ice flicker. He checks the position of the sun, quite confused. “Could a cloud have moved and changed the light coming into the face of the glacier,” he wondered.

He decided no and looked back to the glacier and the lights that he had seen behind the ice were gone. Could he have imagined it? Charlie retrieved his pick axe and began chipping into the glacier. He gets deeper and deeper and at a bout a two foot deep cone he stops and resolves that he was not going to be getting through the ice wall.

His imagination had put the lights behind the ice. This was a mountain of ice. With one last swing of defeat, he breaks through the ice wall and with the size of a pick axe hole he can see darkness.

Charlie finds his flashlight in his pack and shines the light into the hole. He can see the cave wall about 30 feet through the hole.

Now invigorated, he begins chipping at the ice for a big enough hole to allow him entrance. He finally manages a hole big enough and squeezes inside.

He marvels at the wall, the ceiling and the ice. “What is this place,” he wondered? As he stands and marvels at his discovery, he hears two faint voices talking. He can see faint light glistening down one of the passages. “What am I going to do,” he said to himself as he looks around?

He exits and hides behind a rock. He can hear the voices getting louder and see the light getting brighter. The voices and lights stop at the hole he had made. Two short men in tattered pillow cases, long enough to go to their knees, and fastened with a belt of cloth climb through the hole. The two men look around like they were in a new land they had never seen before, really confused at what they were seeing, smelling and the vastness of the atmosphere.

Charlie slowly steps out from behind the rock from where he was hiding and says, “Hi” with a big smile, so he didn’t startle them. They both squeezed back into the hole and Charlie could hear them yell, “A moose that can talk!!”