The road from Zhaxizong Township to Qudang Township is about 100 km, all dirt roads, winding along the river in the canyon. The car walked for nearly five hours. Finally, the sky in Qudang Township is still colored.
At first, the car was slow, and the bumps didn't seem obvious. After walking for a while, it suddenly accelerated. Those potholes, bends and slopes seem to play a leading role, and dust has increased. The last stream, crossing the road that doesn't look like a road, made our car just climb out of the spider on the cliff and become floating on the water, as if to tell us that it was hard all the way. Wash and dust off.
Looking from a distance, there is an open space in front of us, and large areas of buildings are in natural contrast with the hinterland of the past. Let people know that it is the best place to go, and the reception capacity will double next year.
The price of walking in Gagou is a monopoly. We walked for five and a half days, which is 14 days. 980 yuan, a yak, ticket 180 yuan, environmental protection 60 yuan. This is the total cost for everyone. I don't know whether to pay for the guide and camp.
I didn't sleep well at night, my throat was a little dry and my left nose was a little blocked. It seems that the secretion is stirred and condensed with the inhaled dust at the right time, which just blocks the upper respiratory tract. The positive and negative pressure of breathing is not enough to open the solidified left nasal cavity. Dry throat may be related to smoking, or it may be dry here. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. Being able to smoke means that the discomfort of high resistance has passed, and the anxiety of walking can be left behind.
Because I didn't take a shower, I was a little sticky, so I covered a blanket and used the quilt as a mattress or sheet. Because I felt cold, I stuffed the blanket in and turned it into two layers. It seems too hot, and then I feel cold. I can hear the snoring of the two beds next door and the voices in my sleep. I slept very restlessly and felt that I had been dreaming.
There is still a 7-kilometer drive to Yupa village in the morning to unload the package. They are the burden of yaks, so we don't have to worry, and we officially started hiking. There are many virgin forests on this line, Haizi and Snow Mountain, and the landscape index ranks first. I won't describe which 8000-meter snow mountain is here for the time being. I brought a notebook. If there is no signal in the ditch, I will try my best to describe and record what I see, hear and feel. If you walk in summer, you can see many herbs and woody flowers competing for beauty. This season, you can only hope that the autumn colors that have not been deeply dyed can be seen.
People's hearts are very contradictory. I hope the blue sky and white clouds are colorful, and I'm glad to see the snow. The world is boundless, and then it is wrapped in silver and crystal clear. In short, the exposure of the sun and the slippery ice and snow have their own advantages and disadvantages. And our team, except men, is purely a group of beautiful women, and the landscape index, enjoyment index, joy index and pain index will be particularly prominent and outstanding.
Walk for two days, conditional. When it was cold yesterday, I often heard the sound of water under the stone. I'm afraid I'll lose my temperature. I'm always worried about feeling abnormal. At the camp, my teeth trembled uncontrollably. Today, because of the long downhill time, my back neck hurts. Sitting in front of the computer, I even jumped out to disturb my downhill.
Because the altitude rose from 3770 to 4700 yesterday, when we arrived at the camp, people at high altitude had headaches and dyspnea except colds, so we arrived as scheduled. Fortunately, they won't last long, but once people's minds are controlled by some thoughts, they naturally can't think of anything else. It seems unwise to let go of some things today. Originally, I wanted to write in chronological order, but it was better to disrupt and stream of consciousness.
If the weather is fine.
Today's camp is beautiful, with a nice name called Cheuk Cheung. There are hundreds of streams on the bank of a very clear stream. The water in the stream is gentle and the ducklings are playing. On the other side of the river, the smoke from cooking in stone houses rises, and the tents on both sides are colorful, which is simply a beautiful picture. This valley that produces so many waterfalls is called Luoting Valley. In the evening, I cooked three chickens and some yak meat and stewed them with carrots and radishes. They are delicious and the best compensation and comfort for two days of fatigue.
Actually, I walked 17 km yesterday, and today I walked 16 km. If the weather is fine tomorrow, I can go to see Mount Everest. The road book says that it will only be 12 km tomorrow. I have to wait for an hour. If the sun doesn't rise, I will leave.
The folk customs here are quite simple, loyal and responsible, warm and hospitable, and do not expect anything in return. When we took the wrong road for the first time, Tibetans caught up with us and told us the correct route. The second time, we simply drove the tractor to send us back, and the troops behind us regretted it. It was really touching. When I was resting in Xiaowuguan, they offered to treat me to cooked potatoes, which was the most beautiful road meal. Later, on the road, a Tibetan called me and came to give me a bag of oil chopping boards. I caught one and tied it to Tashi Dele.
Yesterday's weather was sunrise in the east and rain in the west. After crossing the pass (this pass is very long, with several consecutive elevations), it rained until the early morning, and the tent was closed, so everything was wet. Walking along xiaowucuo, there is a rising sun. I want to take a reflection, but the sunshine is gone.
Today, too, after crossing a small Wula mountain pass nearly 5000 meters, the sky completely gave up looking good and began to keep going underground. First rain, then sleet, then snow beads, and then turned into snow, as if only it could be unpredictable and endless. Fortunately, it didn't rain or burn. On the way down the mountain, learning from yesterday's experience, I still opened a new umbrella that someone just gave me and walked for about four or five hours. I always don't like walking in ponchos.
As the altitude drops, snow turns into rain, visibility is very low, and rain, fog and clouds are intertwined. It is said that gamma dogs are not dangerous. I think there may be two reasons. First, there are no steep slopes and cliffs, which gives people little panic. Second, there is no such drastic climate change as the Olympic-Pacific Line. In any case, walking in Gamagou is still very hard, mainly because there is a road but there is no road. It is characterized by rocky piles, mud roads trampled by cattle and repeated wading in streams.
Touching the rain and snow is like entering hell. Understanding this is all wet. Nowadays, this ditch is fascinating. After two-thirds of the way down the mountain, the clouds gradually reached the top of the mountain. The mountains on the other side are colorful, red, yellow, green and rich in vegetation, which is rare in other places. Cypress is always over 1000 years old. The azaleas in the mountains are almost as tall as people, so it is easy to take pictures. If the season is right, the mountains are full of azaleas.
Waterfalls and streams form a beautiful movement. Waterfalls fly down almost every 100 meters, on both sides of the river. At present, this line is as beautiful as Locke's, but the shock of Mount Everest is almost as impressive elsewhere.
I've been waiting there for the blockbuster, and everything has paid off. However, it was very late at the camp. It is really difficult to walk. My feet are blistered.
Yak howled across the sky like a wild boar, panicked and scared, and turned over a good dream of a camp. I am the latest person who is afraid to yell at yaks. Naturally, there is no way. My semi-strange dream came to an abrupt end, and I trembled all over. In the silent and empty midnight, only my heart becomes active. My first reaction was the snow leopard attack. However, I quickly canceled this sad idea. Snow leopard's favorite should be the rock sheep, not the big yak with sharp horns. Besides, the camp is so big. Tibetans deliberately tied yaks between tents, which are mixed with each other and may have other meanings. Snow leopards have no brains. No matter how hungry they are, they won't eat the bile of Xiong Xin leopards, and they won't make such a stupid decision to attack yak in the camp. Why yaks scream is still a mystery.
This camp is called Ren Xue Horse by mistake, and it is usually the last stop on foot in Gamagou. We marched from Oujia18km to camp here, so we should have come from Baidang. It is the most suitable camp to see Mount Everest on the earth, with just the right distance, size, momentum, shape and charm, especially Rizhao Jinshan, which is the most delicious.
We lived in vain on the road book, but considering the urgency of today's trip, we moved to Ouga, the place with the richest water resources. I really took slippers, barefoot, stepping on some milky blue streams, enduring the sting of the cold and brushing my teeth. This is probably the most direct interpretation of pain and happiness.
After washing for a few days, things accumulated all over the body, like smell, only smell. Finally have a chance to welcome the dust, why not?
However, it is easier said than done, but it takes courage. In Ouga, when the moon goes down, there is a golden mountain with dozens of seconds of sunshine, and then Mount Everest is always hidden in thick clouds. After the moon went down, we packed our tents, ended our daily life on foot with a little afterglow, and ran to a small hillside, waiting for Mount Everest to appear again. I was relying on experience, so I didn't give up. However, when Everest never landed, it appeared in front of you.
I know it was after the rain and snow last night. The moonlight is particularly sultry, the clouds are light and thick, and the stars are near and far away. I wanted to try the heroic spirit of telephoto, and as a result, the fog got into the fuselage, and the photo was burnt and ungrounded when the temperature didn't come up. My heart is a bit like an overturned cruet. A beautiful woman comes to the door, of course, the one you miss very much, but you can't get on. There is nothing more embarrassing in your life.
Snowman, at an altitude of 4,900 to 5,020, measured seven sizes and two were dry. All these measures can be seen or reflected. Makaru Peak, Mount Everest, Luozi Peak, Zhuoyou Peak and Mount Everest, which are closely related to each other, are all underwater and set each other off. They are spectacular. This is the attraction of this vast and high-altitude camp.
It's strange that my tent was built on a small piece of flat land. I carefully scraped off a pile of solid cow dung with my sole, only to find that this is a good place. There are papillary mounds on the four corners and two corners of the plane, a stone in the lower right corner and a rib in the lower left corner. The tent has just been set up, and the wind in the camp is particularly strong.
In the sky, an unknown tent suddenly flew up. Yellow is the main color, it is held in the air, side by side with the glaciers in the peaks and valleys. People in the camp can't catch up. It's not a kite. Under the refraction of the setting sun, the tent looks particularly beautiful. Even the Black Hawk was curious, clustered and coiled, and went over the snow-capped mountains. I quickly found some small stones to hold my tent down so that it wouldn't fly around with the wind.
It's 7: 30. We start at 8: 00. Comrades are busy cooking and packing. Surrounded by a sea of fog, there are no mountains and no water. We drove 18 km. The purpose of camping here is to reflect. There are hundreds of tents, dozens or dozens of outdoor groups and international mountaineering teams, all of which are yellow tents in the north.
I'm thinking that today, like yesterday's trip to Rizhao Everest in Oga, will be ruined.
Because Xiao Wang waited here for two days and found nothing, and the best season to shoot reflections should be in the most beautiful June and July.