Once I was in China and climbed a perilous holy mountain called huashan. It has been called 'the most dangerous hike on Earth'
I had already been there 5 years earlier with my mum- and she made the perilous climb - but that was in summer. My brother and I were young and goading her all the way- in hindsight it was an amazing feat... especially in 1991- there were no safety harnesses in those days
When I went back it was mid winter and I climbed it with a friend- there was no one else on the trail. When we reached the peak we found all the guesthouses abandoned for winter and buried in snow. We went into one and it was like a scene from The Shining- a huge abandoned hotel- except for a strange janitor who shooed us away...
Luckily we found a room in a house to stay the night- it must have been -20 c in that room. We probably would have perished if we hadn't found that place- we were completely unprepared for the conditions... Our noodle soup froze in the bowls before we could finish eating it and in the morning there were stalactites of ice hanging from the bunk bed rails.