Day Thirteen 10.08.2012 Ulaan
Burgastain Pass
We wake to
steady rain so pack inside the tent.
There is a small window of opportunity to get the tents down after we
have breakfast under Sandag’s awning and sing “Happy Birthday” to Richard…he
has remembered that yesterday was his birthday!
Our drive
around White Lake takes us to the Khuun Chuluu, or Man Stones, that date back
to the Turkic era of Mongolian history, some 4000 years ago. There are burial mounds in this area also as
well as stone circles and squares, some squares with standing stones at each
corner. We cross three mountain passes,
each time regaining the steppe with herds of sheep, goats and yaks and mobs of
horses with their attendant gers.
It’s a long
drive today so we stretch our legs by walking for 20 minutes or so along a
beautiful lush valley. We see the
families going about their daily tasks, attending to stock, both on foot and
horseback, collecting water, selling airac along the roadside and working
around the ger. We are met by two little
girls who come running from their ger to say “hello.” When we collect some treats together for them
they are quickly joined by another little girl from a nearby ger camp. Just as they are accepting their gifts, there
is a cry from the family ger and a tiny girl comes running helter skelter and
we have a few tears until she also has her wee hands full! Then along comes big brother on his horse,
and we need to find something for him as well.
The wind is
cool and beginning to whistle as we make a stop in an area where there are Deer Stones, believed to be the ancient grave
markers for warrior chiefs, and our long day ends in a forested area, not far
from the main road and we can hear vehicles struggle up the hill as we make
camp in what three years ago was an amazing wildflower field. Today, probably because of the recent rains,
the grass is long and the flowers not quite so obvious. We are tired and emotional and settle in for
a cold night.
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Guinea pig 'cousin' |
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Herding the horses |
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Walking along the valley |
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Yak calf |
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Meeting the locals |
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Lunch with the bar-headed geese |
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Gone fishin' |
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Deer stone |
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