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| gladly does all the little chores
around the camp. I guess that shows who
is paying the bills.
I actually wanted to go on, but Dawa held back. Not
wanting to second guess his judgment, which so far has
been flawless, I acquiesced.
He certainly knows the trails and, if in doubt is quick to
inquire. He has saved me time and energy. A case in point
was when one trail headed high on the ridge then swung
down, the trail the Chinese took, the other trail,
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kind of trail and the one we took. Thursday 11/5
I don’t think that I could have made it to the next camp. A good
decision was made to stop when we did last night.
The
east side of the ridge brought us down to the Hinku River. A drop of
close to 5,000 feet. It also brought us through primordial forest of
fir, cedar, bamboo, and rhododendron. A forest strangely quiet, and
except for a few species of birds, looked to be void of life. A sure
sign that winter is fast approaching. One bird was crested and the
size of the Thrush, and the other was similar to a Chickadee.
Some of the firs are as much as three feet in diameter but the
bamboos are quite small, growing to six or seven feet tall and a
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Today I saw my first look at Mt. Mera and at this angle it’s
imposing. I have the time but my limited food supply
probably will prevent an attempt to climb.
Tonight, to save our freeze dried dinners, we had potato flakes and
noodle soup.
The
moon is a bright hole in the dark sky.
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