the pass
morning warm hugs & kisses goodbye in the snow & the boys are off to dojee’s village.
the next few days my hikes are short but steep, forced not to go to high in one shot to acclimate to the altitude each night. acute mountain sickness is serious and folks die every year here. there are constant warnings not to hike alone over the pass. i have a hiking partner goal.
a handsome slavakian couple & their hired guides are kind enough to take me on, but, sheessh, they hit the trail for the pass at 2 am.
basically a night hike i feel strong & am surrounded by snowy mountains, i am in awe of the stars & milky way above- the slavakians don’t understand my exclamations of ‘isn’t this fucking beautiful’ looking at me quizzically as i gasp the words. we watch the sunrise at the pass.
post pass & a shared tea the slovakians hit the next town to relax & stay for the night.
i hike onward.
