The last several days, we've had it all: sunshine, snow, lightening and thunder. Yesterday, the last couple of hours, we struggled up the mountainside, harassed by the thunder, haunted by the altitude, chased by the snow, and pushed by the temperatures. We fell into the lodge with the Germans and Aussis, snagged some rooms, tried to warm up, ordered Dahl Batt, gathered by the yak dung fire and zap-the lights went out. Headlamps came on and international chatter filled the lodge. Everyone had stories to share over a quick dinner before passing out in sleeping bags. It was a beautiful, cold night.
This is a picture of a wonderful bridge that fell as a result of the raging Dhude Khosi during this years monsoon season, resulting in an extra hour of travel time on the way up to Loboche.
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Great of you to share your adventures, love the bridges, the distribution of ashes, and camaraderie of the international band of fellow trekkers. From previous notes about photos not capturing the depth of the valleys and the distances the human eye experiences, I've had the same experience most recently in Peru.
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