The road from Zhaxizong Township to Qudang Township is about 100 km, all of which are dirt roads. It always winds along the river in the canyon. The car walked for nearly five hours, and finally it was ok. When we arrived in Qudang Township, the sky was still colorful.
At first, the car was slow, and the bumps didn't seem obvious. After going back for a while, it suddenly accelerated. Those potholes, bends and slopes seem to have played the leading role, and the dust has increased. The last section of the stream crossed the road that looked like a road, so that our car just climbed out of the spider on the cliff wall and became floating on the water. This seems to tell us that it was hard all the way, so wash it and dust it. ?
From a distance, the natural contrast between the open land ahead and the passing backcountry is that the reception capacity will double next year. ?
The walking price in Gamagou is monopolized. We walk for five and a half days, and we also charge according to the price of 14 days. A yak is 980, ticket 180, and environmental protection fee is 60. This is the general cost per person. I don't know whether to pay the guide and camp fee. ?
I didn't sleep well at night, my throat was a little dry and my left nose was a little blocked. It seems that secretions and inhaled dust are properly mixed and condensed, 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 shows that the discomfort of high resistance has passed and the anxiety about whether to walk can be put down. ?
I felt a little sticky because I didn't take a shower, so I covered a blanket and used the quilt as a mattress or sheet. Because I felt cold, the blanket was stuffed in and turned into two layers on one side. I seem to feel too hot and sometimes I feel cold. The two beds next door snore and talk loudly in my sleep. I sleep very restlessly and feel that I have been dreaming. ?
In the morning, there is still a 7-kilometer drive to Yupa village, and the bag is unloaded. They are the burden of yaks, so we don't have to worry, and we officially started hiking. There are many virgin forests, Haizi and snow-capped mountains on this line, and the landscape index is 1. I won't describe which 8000-meter snow mountain it is for the time being. I have a notebook with me. 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 autumn is not dyed deep. ?
People's hearts are very contradictory. I hope the blue sky and white clouds are colorful, and I'm glad to see the snow. I will build the world into a vast expanse, and then it will be wrapped in white 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 for men, is purely a beauty group, and its landscape index, enjoyment index, joy index and pain index will be particularly outstanding and outstanding. ?
After walking for two days, there is a situation. When it was cold yesterday, I often heard the sound of water under the stone. I always feel abnormal for fear of losing my body temperature. At the camp, my teeth trembled uncontrollably. Today, because of the long downhill time, my back neck hurts, and I have problems sitting in front of the computer, I will jump out and disturb my downhill at this time. ?
I arrived at the camp yesterday because the altitude rose from 3770 to 4700. Except for colds, those altitude headaches and dyspnea came as scheduled. Fortunately, the time is not long, but once people's minds are controlled by some ideas, it is naturally impossible to think about other things. It seems unwise to put down some things today. I wanted to write in chronological order, but it was better to disturb it, and the stream of consciousness came quickly. ?
If the weather is fine and the temperature is high tomorrow, I will wash it in the morning. The day before yesterday, I was at the Tibetan Inn in Qudang Township, but I didn't wash it at Xiaowucuo's camp yesterday. The former is inconvenient and the latter is too cold. ?
Today's camp is beautiful, with a nice name called Cheuk Cheung. In a very clear stream, hundreds of streams gather here? On the shore, the water in the stream slowed down and the ducklings were playing. On the other side of Jianshui, smoke rises from the stone houses, and the tents on both sides of the river are colorful, which is simply a beautiful picture. This valley that produces so many waterfalls is called Luoting Mountain Valley. After dinner in the evening, I cooked three chickens and some yak meat and stewed them with carrots and radishes. It's delicious, and it's 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. According to the road book, it will only be 12 km tomorrow. I have to wait for an hour. If the sun doesn't shine, I will leave. ?
The folk customs here are quite simple, honest, loyal and responsible, hospitable and unrequited. The first time we took the wrong road, the 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 stopped at Xiaowulayakou, they invited me to eat boiled 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 rushed to Tashi Dele. ?
Yesterday's weather was sunrise in the east and rain in the west. After passing the pass (this pass is very long and has been raised for several periods), it rained until the early morning, and the tent did not stop, so everything was wet. Walking along xiaowucuo, there is a rising sun, and I want to take a reflection, but the sun is gone again.
Today, after crossing the Xiaowulayakou, which is nearly 5000 meters, the sky completely gave up its beauty and began to keep going underground. First it rains, then sleet, and then the snow beads turn into snow, as if only it would be unpredictable and endless. Fortunately, I didn't pour oil and iron. On the way down the mountain, I learned the lessons from yesterday and opened a new umbrella that someone just gave me, so I walked for about four or five hours. I always don't like walking in ponchos. ?
As the altitude drops, the snow turns into rain, and the visibility is very low. Rain gas, fog and cloud gas are intertwined. I think there are two reasons why Gamagou is not breathtaking. First, there are no steep slopes and cliffs, giving people little panic. Second, there is no drastic climate change like the Olympic-Pacific Line. In any case, it is still very difficult to hike in Gamagou, mainly walking between roads, which is characterized by repeated wading in rocky piles, mud roads trodden by cattle and streams. ?
A little rain and snow is like going to hell. This kind of understanding is all wet. Today, this ditch is amazing. After two-thirds of the way down the mountain, the clouds gradually reached the top of the mountain. On the other side of the mountain, it is colorful, red, yellow and green, and rich in vegetation, which is rare elsewhere. The age of cypress trees is always more than a thousand years, and the azaleas in the mountains are almost as tall as some people, so it is easy to shoot them. If the season is right, azaleas are everywhere.
Waterfalls and streams form a beautiful movement, and waterfalls fly down almost every 100 meters, on both sides. At present, the beauty of this line is almost the same as that of the Locke line, but the shock of Mount Everest is comparable elsewhere. ?
I've been waiting there to make a big movie, and there are many things to do. However, it was very late at the camp. The road is really bad, and my feet are blistered. ?
Yak, a tragic wild boar-like howl, tore through the sky, panicked people, and blew up a good dream of a camp. The closest thing to the fear of barking yaks is naturally half-dreaming, half-waking, and suddenly stopping, and the whole body is creepy. In the silent and empty midnight, only my heart becomes active. My first reaction was the snow leopard attack, but I quickly canceled this sad idea. Snow leopards like rock sheep best, not big yaks with sharp horns and bows. Besides, it is such a big camp. Tibetans deliberately tied yaks between tents and lived together, which may have another meaning. Snow leopard has no brain, and no matter how hungry it is, it won't eat bear heart leopard, making such a stupid decision to attack yak in the camp. Why yaks scream is still a mystery. ?
This camp, called Cuo Xue Ren Ma, is usually the last stop on foot in Gamagou. We marched from Ouga18km to camp here. We should come from Baidang, which is the most suitable camp on earth to watch Mount Everest. The distance, size, momentum, shape and charm are just right, especially Rizhao Jinshan, which is the best.
We stopped at Baidang on the road book, but considering that today's trip is too urgent, we chose Ouga, which has the richest water resources. I really took slippers, barefoot, and stepped into the milky white Bixi, enduring the sting from the cold and brushing my teeth. This is probably the most direct interpretation of pain and happiness.
I haven't washed or brushed for days, and the things accumulated on my body taste just like that. I finally got a chance to welcome the dust. Why not?
However, it takes courage to be gentle. In Ouga, when the moon goes down, there are dozens of seconds of sunshine, and then Mount Everest is always hidden in thick clouds. After the moon went down, we packed our tents, with a little afterglow, ended our daily hiking life and ran to a small hillside, waiting for Mount Everest to appear again. I did it by experience, so I didn't give up. However, when Everest appeared in front of you, it didn't land.
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 qualities of telephoto, but the fog entered the fuselage and the temperature didn't come up, so the photo was burnt. Why is it so ungrounded? My heart is a bit like an overturned cruet. A beautiful woman comes to your door, of course, the one you miss very much, but if you can't stand up, life is so embarrassing. ?
At an altitude of 4,900 to 5,020 meters, there are seven measuring points, large and small, two of which have dried up, all of which can be seen or photographed. Mount Makaru, Mount Qomolangma, Mount Luozi, Zhuoao Tour and Mount Qomolangma, as well as their related towering peaks and tail peaks, have all emerged from the water, which set each other off and become spectacular. This is the attraction of this vast and high-altitude camp. ?
Strangely, my tent was built on a small piece of flat land. I carefully removed a pile of solid cow dung with the sole of my shoe, only to find that this is a good place. The four corners and the head corners on both sides of the plane are swollen like nipples by mud. There is a stone in the lower right corner and a ridge in the lower left corner. The tent has just been set up because the wind in the camp is particularly strong.
I don't know whose tent suddenly flew in the sky. Yellow is the main color, rising in the sky, side by side with the glaciers in the valley. People in the camp can't catch it at all. It's not a kite. The tent is particularly beautiful under the refraction of the sunset. Even the Black Hawk was curious, clustered and coiled, and went over the snow-capped mountains. I quickly found a few small stones to hold my tent down so that it wouldn't learn to fly around. ?
It's 7: 30 and we'll be on our way at 8: 00. Comrades are busy cooking and cleaning up business. It is surrounded by a vast sea of fog, and we can't see mountains or water. We marched 18 km. The purpose of camping here is to reflect. Hundreds of tents in the camp, dozens or dozens of outdoor groups and international mountaineering teams are all big yellow tents in the north.
I'm thinking, I'm afraid today will be ruined like I wanted to see Mount Everest in Rizhao in Ouga yesterday.
Because Xiao Wang has been waiting here for two days and found nothing. The best season should be in the most beautiful June and July.