The River

After a morning of chores and work, Scott and I left the house around noon for a well needed walk. Upon my urging, we went down. I’ve always wanted to walk among the terraces I see below us everyday. For some reason, it seems like a different world – below the road. We ended up finding a great network of newly made farm roads that gradually kept going down. I loved it. Beside us were forests of dried leaves and craggly trees. It was exactly the walk I wanted. We passed farmhouses and old stone chortens and prayer wheels in progress. We didn’t pass that many people, which makes sense since we were away from town. But we did see and hear signs of life – people doing laundry, a radio being played, noises from inside houses. We saw spots where we wouldn’t mind living. And soon we saw the river. We were still another hour and a half, two hour hike down from it, but we still could see it and that felt great. On the way back, we passed through terraces instead of the road, through footpaths and worn down ways, passed the old stone chortens and prayers wheels in progress, and back to Kanglung.