As dusk settled over the high-altitude plateau, a heavy mountain fog rolled down from the jagged upper peaks, enveloping the cedar forest in a thick, milky mist.
The air temperature hovered around a brisk six to eight degrees Celsius, but the mountain breeze was saturated with nearly ninety-five percent humidity. This heavy dampness, carried by a persistent crosswind sweeping off the northern gorge, possessed a biting, penetrating quality that soaked straight through fabrics and chilled skin down to the bone.
Down at Team B's campsite, the evening dampness quickly turned into an uncomfortable, sleepless reality.
Wu Haoran and Yang Zixuan had unrolled their high-grade thermal sleeping bags onto their bamboo platform. Visually, their open-front, cabin-style lean-to remained a picturesque work of art framing the misty woods. Functionally, it was an absolute disaster.
