May 2014

Sherpas heavy on my mind

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Spending time with our amazing guides Anil, Sangam and Man, whether it was trekking through the “hills” of Nepal, visiting temples, making new friends or sharing perspective during Gary’s Dharma talks in the evenings, you’d never know they’d lost five of their own brothers just days before during the tragic collapse of the Kumbhu Ice Fall. Each morning they showed up with the biggest smiles, compassion and joy to insure our adventure was fun, safe yet challenging and willing to give their own lives to save ours from any danger. It was our exposure to the warm spirit and amazing strength of the Sherpa, capable of sprinting up and down the mountains with ease to serve, or carry goods and supplies weighing what seems like more than half their body weight up the most treacherous mountains. Nevertheless, it is a job. A very dangerous one at that and at a rate of pay significantly less than foreign guides. The only way out for generations to come is education, education, education. Please consider helping and if interested visit


A Ride in Nepal

It was a combination of missing the cadence of bicycle pedals and curiosity that drew me to ask one of the locals (with Anil’s help) to let me go for a spin on his cycle rickshaw in exchange for a few hundred rupees. Despite the very light payload (Su and Eva) it took everything I had to put that single gear into motion and sustain momentum. The narrow handlebars and rickety assembly presented even more of a challenge. The pedals had very little real estate for the balls of my feet, and of course, no toeclips or clipless hardware, so it was all quads. Humbled yet amazed as I realized how very hard these men work day in and day out shuttling folks around town to put food on the table.

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