A moment between Muktinath and Marpha
It was downhill back to Kaghbeni, and we made good time. Once
across the bridge, we got back on the rocky riverbed and trekked
toward Jomosom. But this time, the wind was in our faces,
and the gusts were not only cold, but also powerful.
wind carried dust and sand, and the gusts would throw small
pebbles in your face. I pulled my baseball cap down so the
visor protected my eyes, and I wore a bandana across my nose
and mouth. It was heads down all out trekking, poles and feet
pushing us into the wind. We trekked in the form of a Tour
de France pelaton, with Krishna first, me right behind, Rob
behind me, and Andy behind him. The other two lagged behind
with the heavy packs.
that Krishna always found the best available place for his
footfalls, and I started putting my feet exactly where his
had been. This helped, because the footing he chose was more
flat and stable. We trekked for miles, hour after hour, against
the wind, up the riverbed. Jomosom was in sight when we stopped
to rest by some boulders that protected us from the wind somewhat.
The other two caught up and we let them rest for a while before
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