After our blessings from the Lama Geishe, we made our way with sunny skies to Pheriche and another rest day. A long the way, we meet with Yak herds, Trekkers and climbers. In particular, we’ve been pacing with the first American to climb Mt. Everest, Jim Whitaker and his Eddie Bauer “First Ascent” team thatContinue reading “Pheriche and 14,300 feet”
We awoke to over four inches of snow. It could have been a l-o-n-g slog to Pheriche, except we have a great group. And, along the way, Heidi one of our climbers, handed out puppets and stuffed animals to two small children that we met along the way. We made our way ups the DodhContinue reading “April 6, Blessings on the Way to Pheriche”
On our rest day at Bengaboche, we hiked up to visit the Tyengaboche monastery. It was a beautiful day as clouds rolled in adding to the ancient mysticism of such an incredible place.
The trek from Namche Bazar was a fair, warm day. We hiked in the Khumbu valley with each turn revealing yet another incredible view. About two thirds of the way into the hike’ we descended to the Dodh Kosi river for lunch. From there, it was a 2,000-foot hump to 12,732 feet and the ThyangabocheContinue reading “Namche to Dengboche”
IMG wisely adheres to the motto, go slowly to the top. We would be spending three days in Namche. Today, though, we went to the Khumjung Gompa. A Gompa is a fortified place of worship for Buddhists. And, given how the Tibetans are being treated in China, it sounds like a good idea. The hikeContinue reading “The First View”
Leaving Phakding for Namche, April 1, 2012 We were in the trail by 8 since the trail to Namche Bazar, at 11,352 feet, would be one of our longest, and have the most vertical gain of our travels up the Khumbu valley. Shortly before I left, I had decided to check into nailing down aContinue reading “Phakding to Namche Bazar”
Flight to Lukla March 31, 2012 After two days of breathing the pollution and absorbing the noise, it was time to hit the trail.a We were rolling by 4:30, debut I was still the last person out with my duffle bag. Head guide Eric Simonson’s eyes bugged out since the bags had left 45 minutesContinue reading “On to Lukla”