Dave & Meredith’s Travel Blog

The moment I realized I loved my horse was when Opie valiantly and sure-footedly took me from our Yak Milk Valley camp, which was at about 7500 feet, up over a pass at 9400 feet.  No complaints, no wheezing, just pure strength.

That’s more than I can say for some of the other horses.  UPS wheezed the whole way up and frequently had to stop, and our fellow trekker Peter had to walk B.O.B. most of the way up the hill.

- Meredith

Here is the view from our tent at our next camp site where we stayed one night:

It doesn’t really have a name - it’s just under a mountain pass we took to get from one part of the park to the other.

- Meredith