> The girl had to pay $100 (USD) to the yak owner, which I thought was an excellent payday for the herder. Hope the yak got a good feed too.

nice. *punish the weak for taking advantage of the strong!*

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First time I went real high (Salta, Argentina; *Tren a las Nubes*), me and a guy tried to walk to a nearby lookout point -- like 200m away. *No dice*. Heart beating, breath insane, legs like sludge, no stamina whatsoever. **It's astonishing to behold**

Thanks for reading. 

The hike is tough, but anyone with hiking chops can make it. 
You only go up 500m of altitude per day, so there is a lot of time to acclimatize. 
Still, it is pretty weird being so out of breath when walking a path that would be child's play at ground level.

The girl had to pay $100 (USD) to the yak owner, which I thought was an excellent payday for the herder. Hope the yak got a good feed too.

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He was the one who introduced me to hiking, 

taught me to be patient when faced with another false peak, to understand the swirling patterns of clouds, to clean my kit, to be prepared for sudden change, to appreciate in the silence of the wilderness, to be present.

 Near the end, we talked a lot about hiking.

I saw glimpses of freedom instead of apparitions of my father. Sometimes I saw them in the hawks cruising high above, sometimes in the industrious lives of locals, and sometimes in the restrictions of those trapped in digital worlds or religious constructs.

yeah, no shit... at 3,000-3,500 I'm always dizzy, my heart beating like a 

 Yous were approaching more than 5k; my sympathies are with the girl!

He was the one who introduced me to hiking, taught me to be patient when faced with another false peak, to understand the swirling patterns of clouds, to clean my kit, to be prepared for sudden change, to appreciate in the silence of the wilderness, to be present. Near the end, we talked a lot about hiking.

"We all live the battle of comfort vs sovereignty." <3

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In Search of Freedom: Life, Death, and Sovereignty in the Himalaya

> He was the one who introduced me to hiking, **taught me to be patient when faced with another false peak, to understand the swirling patterns of clouds, to clean my kit, to be prepared for sudden change, to appreciate in the silence of the wilderness, to be present.** Near the end, we talked a lot about hiking.
> I saw glimpses of freedom instead of apparitions of my father. Sometimes I saw them in the hawks cruising high above, sometimes in the industrious lives of locals, and sometimes in the restrictions of those trapped in digital worlds or religious constructs.

Astonishing, sir. Thank you for sharing!

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> *a girl from another group has fainted*

yeah, no shit... at 3,000-3,500 I'm always dizzy, my heart beating like a *808 drum...* Yous were approaching more than 5k; my sympathies are with the girl!

He was the one who introduced me to hiking, taught me to be patient when faced with another false peak, to understand the swirling patterns of clouds, to clean my kit, to be prepared for sudden change, to appreciate in the silence of the wilderness, to be present. Near the end, we talked a lot about hiking.

## "We all live the battle of comfort vs sovereignty." <3