Charles Lamb, “New Year’s Eve,” in The London Magazine, January 1821
Jump head first into the deep end I say: no better reason to decide to take a trip with four days of trekking. Meanwhile, small detail: I don’t trek. I don’t even hike much despite living on the Appalachian trail and in the Berkshire hills, but I have two legs and I can walk so no big deal.
As always, ahead of myself. Just so we’re clear, this isn’t the high Annapurna mountains or a trip to Everest Base Camp. Not for me. I am not that crazy. That’s for others. This was just a short stroll through the lower hills. Except it’s Nepal and the hills were Himalayas and so hills… well, you and I both know that’s not exactly correct.
Woke up in Kathmandu and took a short flight to Pokhara to meet up with the bus and trekking guide. The trip to the airport was longer than the flight so if you’re ever moving around in that city, keep in mind time and add so much more. The view from the plane was another clear morning of majestic snowy peaks and then down over Lake Fewa to land and then we were off to Lumle and the road into the hills, short carb loading stop for lunch on the way.
And then it was feet on trail.
Watching the snow fall and thinking of sunshine and trade winds. Florida, I am coming for you! Even so, it is a magical fairy forest outside tonight.
Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness. – Mary Oliver