|1. Departure plans Day 2|
After about two hours uphill, my pony was huffing and puffing. I was adamant that he was too small to be hauling me through the maze of obstacles. I did have two angels on my side - Nima and Tashee. And if my pony bobbled, they grabbed my arms or legs. Well, the pony stumbled to his knees as he tried to climb over rocks. The pony puller didn't seem to be concerned. Luckily I had held on to his mane since riders had no reins. It was all in the lead shank. The pony got back to his feet as Nima and Tashee held my arms.
|2. At top with the flags|
|3. At the top with the flags, Nema, pony guy|
I sat on the rock, shaking like a samba dancer out of fear and shed tears again because it had been done. We were at the highest point, 18,100 feet of the Kora, the real accomplishment. I didn't feel good about it at all, knowing my pony was miserable and I cowardly. Plus the altitude was playing dice with my brain. It was time to get down.
|4. Nema finding home for the flags|
|5. Another holy lake|
|6. Comfy me worn out|
|7. Coming down the pass.|