April 17th '08
I woke up this morning and there was snow on the ground outside. It must have snowed last night after I went to sleep. It's so nice to look out the window of the teahouse seeing snow covered stone walls, melting water falling off the roof shining in the sun light, shredded prayer flags blowing in the wind. The sun is shining down ht and the snow covered mountains light up so bright. Each crack and crag of the nearby mountains stand out, each minor peak a pinnacle leading to the ultimate height. A mountain to the south of me has a glacier or big pile of snow, it's smaller than the Comox Glacier back home though. The snow blowing off of Island Peak curls like the waves of the ocean, a grand high spiral curling all of the secrets of the world into it's reaches before blowing it all away to be dispersed among the people and beings of the world.
Now, we're at a place in Dingboche 4360m called Everest Resort. The landscape here is breathtaking, we're above the tree-line now, big boulders are in the valleys, low alpine shrubs grow here and rolling hills fill in the space before the mountains rise up to the clouds.
Angie, the woman who owned the tea house in Pangboche was very cold and business like, the opposite of mama Tashi where we stayed two nights ago in Kyangjuma. Mama Tashi was so kind and friendly, the tea house had such a good atmosphere to it. I'm finding it quite hard to remember the days and what we did since we're constantly walking from village to village and we only spend one day or less in each place. They're kind of blending into one continuance instead of separate time spent in each place. Also, I find that because of the elevation, spelling, remembering, or thinking in general is slow and difficult to come. I write in the morning, afternoon and sometimes at night because if not I'll forget everything.
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