July 15, 2016
We are passing through some very difficult terrain ever since we left Spilo. The mountains are bare rock, soil, gravel, soil-on-rock, loose sand-on-gravel-on-rock, mud, and the like. There’s an odd bush trying to rip through the rocky world, its branches and leaves waving bravely in the choppy winds, while the churning, swirling waters of the Sutlej gleefully flow over anything and everything on their way.
Categories: Diary, Mountain Walking