Someone say 'mountain'?

After the "Inacessible House" we taveled another mile and set up camp. It was nearly dark and we were all fatigued from the downhill effort. While the supermen Franz and Daniel and our guide Casiano played cards in the dinner tent with some of the Porters, the rest of us retired to our tents to salve our wounds.

The following morning, however, we were all stunned to find that we had camped in one of the most beautiful places imaginable. Again, the temps were moderate and well managed with good pads and bags, but the view of snow capped peaks was breathtaking! I felt as though I was in base-camp on Everest with the clouds passing silently and majesticly beneath me like the fabled Lost Dutchman.