We have the first flight out @ 6:00 am. With a little luck, today the skies will clear and we'll be in our way.

Lukla is a magical village during the trekking climbing season. As many as 15 planes a day come and go, filled with the energy of 14 passengers-wearing the arrival coats of anticipation-and the departure capes of woven memories. My Sherpa friends have filled the trail with news of technology, school supplies and equipment coming ro their children. I'm trying not to think about the three days up and down, following the donkey pee and poop, and I'll be breathing too hard to complain out loud. Note to self: Keep your eye in the prize.