Clear skies in the morning, moon over Namche, a perfect day to set out to Tengboche. Also Rachel’s and my 28th anniversary. I called early in the morning my time, late in the (previous) day her time. Good to talk to home. 

We went downhill through a strange canopied forest of overgrown shrubs, and stopped for a taste of yak cheese. Not memorable.

Encountered our first real yaks on the trail soon after. Note the difference in the horns compared to the dzokios. Yaks are also shaggier (is that a word?) and more powerfully built.