MARCH 31, 2018
Today we hiked from M.B.C. to the final stop. Well, not the final one. Maybe better to say the ultimate stop—the reason we came here. Annapurna Base Camp.
Today was just as, if not more difficult than yesterday, even though it was a fraction of the distance. Again, I had to make many many stops to get here. It wasn’t necessarily the pack weight, although I did feel it in my legs a few times. Mostly it was just an ever-present fatigue as I tried to trudge up any kind of incline.
Focusing on my breathing ruled me. Resting pose consisted of this: using my hiking sticks as props for my body, wedged right there under my clavicle. Bent over myself looking at the snow, white, while I was breathing, breathing and breathing. Meanwhile, surrounding us, the mountains, and the clouds dancing around them. Snow fields following the contours of the land, and ragged dark rocks rising up out of the white, the sun soaked blinding white.
Everywhere—all around are the mountains. We are in the lap of the mother and she sings to us. She sways us. She conquers us in ways we can feel, and ways we can’t even as we (the entire human mass on the mountain) rage against the slopes, shouting in voices full of bravado, screaming out that we exist because it’s the only way we feel we can be see. And the only way we can be known, as something significant.
There are as many ways to be here in Her presence as there are people in the world.
Climbing to the craggy top of the moraine. Listening to the glacier creak and crack. The sudden breaking down of the structure. The sudden breaking down. Vertical flutes of snow, variegated, full of lines and texture. Animal tracks in the snow. The black dog of the mountain, a mouse in his mouth, more interested in playing than eating it. But it was too late to play, sun leaking out of the sky.
Later, I roused myself to join A— in the common room. We chatted about travel and the trail with the South Africans, with whom we had been hopscotching since Himalaya, and talking with Jackie, the adventurous teacher from Hong Kong who lives to travel.
And here, where you can almost touch the stars, we listened to cellphones ring and bling and chirp and talk to their people. It sounds like a casino in the lodge. People stare blankly at their screens. Even here. They all blind their seeing eyes.