The morning dawned cold and cloudy. Our destination Chukkung Ri, standing at 5548 meters (18,136 ft ). By Nepali standards it is a mere “hill”. Making the summit would be the highest elevation I have reached in my life.
We readied our packs the night before and ordered a cold breakfast. The alarm was set for 4:45, with the target of starting at sunrise to begin our 2500 foot climb.
Weaving our way between lodges and rock walled fields lead us to the start of the climb.
Bundled against the cold we followed a snow covered path. Footprints of a large animal crossed the path, leaving us to wonder to what species it belongs. Little toe prints in the snow show the unseen critters who call this barren landscape home.
Piles of rocks mark the way through the clouds. Each step higher requiring that much more effort.
Arriving at the saddle adorned with rock piles and prayer flags offers a chance for a rest and to take in the amazing views peeking in and out of the clouds, with rays of sunshine offering moments of warmth.
A final push to the summit, a slow motion trek into the clouds. The path goes along a spiny ridge covered in snow. The breath belabored, the step slow but steady, and suddenly the summit appears! A few last steps and a windy, high point is attained. The summit is marked by a towering pile of rocks, and prayer flags. Trekkers are smiling and taking in the beauty of this place. The Bearded One and I are moved to tears. We take several minutes to celebrate this accomplishment.
Thoughts of my constant companion, Scleroderma, cross the mind. Today, I have wrangled the upper hand. I convinced my body that it can be pushed beyond what should be possible. I have climbed my Everest.
Namaste
WanderJill
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