Saturday, June 30 clear our luck really good in the morning to get up to see the days are not even a trace of clouds, this is the best weather on the Xuebaoding, Yang brother in the preparation of breakfast, Ma uncle do not know where to go , and after a while came back, holding a bottle of yak milk, wow, still warm, and yesterday, when chatting Ma uncle said that it has raised the mountain yak herders, I whim, asked if he could drink yak milk had no idea that Uncle horse who really join efforts for a bottle (which may take vegetables), just squeeze in, and this is 4,000 meters above sea level all-natural milk Oh, life is not on the drink may also be a few back, He He. Breakfast we drink is tea, and there are horses Uncle baked bread.
My pony experience, less than to stay in the camp, we, along with horse riding on the Xuebaoding brother Yang. Today, the road is very steep, so I ate a lot of horses have the beans, because only eating beans horses have strength, the way to the horse to eat beans is also very special, with an abandoned football or basketball, cut a small half Horses can go just stuck it into his head, and then hung on the horse's head, where are where to eat.
Gone to the herdsmen on a house, and he door There is a big one rodeo, lazy tummy a lot of yak, Yang brother say that these are the cows, bulls Heat intolerance, so the weather would go very high place to "summer", and so on cold days and then down the mountain.
Beyond that nothing is to walk on the tree, and field of vision is very broad, visible from far off layers of mountains, suddenly a colorful pheasant flew from the roadside bushes, shocked me.
The mountain is very steep, I tightly grasp the reins to the horse almost volts, and then walk about a half an hour, even the shrubs are gone, only the growth of a number of lichens and moss, we have reached the destination - Sapa This is one of several peaks from the surrounding flat land surrounded by the relative shelter from the wind, there are several public and yaks in the summer only, Hehe.
Xuebaoding on before our eyes, very close, in the sunlight a dazzling light, and our elevation is 4600. Near a little thin on the snow hill, we dismounted and Young Brother exhorted us not to run, slowly, not yelling, he said, crying as would cloud over - I'm not the letter, because the sky a little cloud and no, we call him has not come calling.
Some gravel on the ground, melting snow merged into a stream, the stream slowly, and we slowly move forward, just dismount, as well as point not meet, but what special Actually, I'm feeling, suddenly on their own the body, there has been some confidence. Go closer, they could see the wind started blowing snow on the mountains are on our side of the hill, just a snow layer of cross-section, very thick, at least several meters, and I dare not shout, and cloud came down not afraid, afraid that an avalanche, He He.
Climbed to the snow line, I will be satisfied, with our equipment and body, it is impossible to conduct a real sense of climbing, and even horses have not been to Xuebaoding uncle, let alone us.
Down our own walk, walking is not accustomed to our mountain came to a good distance on the road has a monk's house on the hillside greet us, I think, is not a closed-door practitioners of a hermit or something.
Back to the camp, had lunch we began to pack things back, or the original road, the time came that I have not want to leave the valley, then a beautiful place, but if there camp, the last day to go back on the horse will be tired, where we stayed for a while more, I think I must have seen in the picture or a dream that valley.
Zoulehenyuan way, went the first day of camp, has been in that, and was originally happy trail, so we are camping there are two girls in Shanghai, who is the first day.
Young at Big Brother cut a tree, we have lit bonfire, the other two Wizard is a very young lad, we were sitting together, talking their own travel, chat them as the wizard's story, I heard that there is an African girl crush on One young man, Oh, he put some of shy, and then we sing, the number of stars, the stars are so many fires each individual printed red face.
This is what we had in the mountains last night.
Author: lemontea
