I thought my trip was over this morning. Packing my duffle in the room, I simply turned and felt something seize in my back. Not to belabor the story, I sat down for about ten minutes, tried to relax, took a couple of alleves, and shuffled into breakfast. someone helped me on with my pack, I started hiking because there was nothing else to do, and I hoped for the best. Over the course of the day it would act up occasionally but generally got a little better. Dodged a bullet.

We crossed Thukla pass, a windy, desolate place where we saw all the memorials (stone chortens) to climbers who had died in tihe mountains. There were hundreds of them. It was sobering.  There were a couple of particularly large ones, including the one for Scott Fischer.

Thukla Pass

Chortens along the ridge line to fallen climbers