cairn field
Above the hut the path crosses a shoulder of bare rock covered with cairns, thousands of them, one stone for every person who went up in three hundred years, each laid by the one who went up next. The cairns are the only record of the passed that the town keeps, since the Gate Book keeps only decisions. In the wind the field makes a sound the chaplain calls counting. Beyond it the path goes into cloud. Custom: each passer lays one stone on the cairn of the one before, never on their own; the of...
Located in The Last Pass.