As the end of the river began to fuse into the lake, we began to slowly drift to the right. Once we were on the lake we made sure to keep the cliffs we were at the top of just moments before parallel and to the right of us. As we got closer the wind picked up even more and the snow level was up to our shins and slowly diffusing through our pants and shoes and freezing us. The increasingly treacherous weather made me question the purpose of this twisted adolescent Odyssey. The more I questioned it the more distraught I became, wondering why the three of felt so inclined and pressured into getting so up close to such a horrific tragedy. While on the other side most people only mentioned it in passing either lacking the empathy or trying to look at life through a funhouse mirror. Lost in my own thoughts I hardly realized we had finally come to the scene of the accident, where a man had lost control of his car and driven off the cliff, plummeting to his death. The car and the body were gone, but there was still scraps from the car and some of his personal belongings scattered about. The ice hadn't even cracked, just bent and the glass from the sunroof was embedded in the