Wednesday 10/28
A short trip to Gokyo. The elevation does not seem to
be bothering me. The incremental increases in elevation
over the last number of weeks have helped.
Gokyo could be in the middle of the Rockies. It’s filled
with organized groups, teeming with foreigners. There is a
glass enclosed coffee and tea house with Western style
foods, filled with trekkers comparing notes.
Gokyo lake is a cloudy, emerald lake nestled close by the
village. Toying with the idea of going for a swim, a quick
finger dip quickly evaporated that idea. It is near
freezing.
Being here is surprisingly unexciting. I suppose part of
it is that anyone and everyone can get here. Just hire
people to do everything for you - not a problem.
I walked up the hill above Gokyo to get away from it all. At
the top, in a small depression, to get away from the chill
wind, I took my clothes off and let the intense rays of the
sun soak in. Ahhhhhhh - the sun was hot, the wind crisp, and
I was alone at fifteen thousand three hundred feet.
