The weather looked promising when we first got up. At the head of the valley we could see the face of Gumbaranjon, a huge granite dike that had been left where two glaciers met in the last Ice Age. I wish I'd taken my picture then, because the clouds closed in and it began raining again by the time we'd finished breakfast. This was the best picture I could get for the rest of the day.
Walking in the rain is not so bad if you are well dressed and don't let it bother you. I was doing fine for the morning although Marcia was tired. We stopped for tea and eventually lunch in the yak-hair tents of the last herders in the valley. This camp had the nursing mother yaks and their babies, all of which stood outside with the rain draining off their long hair. Yaks are used to this kind of stuff, but they still don't like it.
While we ate, the rain got worse and was quite unpleasant for the afternoon's walk. We just put our heads down and made it to camp around 3pm.
Wouldn't you know, it cleared shortly after we arrived. At least we could enjoy the alpine valley of Lakang, the last flat land before the climb to the pass.
