The night before we headed over the pass has been one of my favorites so far.

A short day of walking meant we had all day to relax and acclimatise.

There was only one tea house meaning everyone piled in and the dining area was packed out with apprehensive excitement.

Blurry but a fun photo of everyone crowded around the map of the pass.

It was an early start. Head torches on, Snickers for breakfast. Dad hadn’t walked much by head touch before and had to push his comfort levels to follow me up an incredibly steep start to the day.

As the sun creeped over the mountains, the incredible view also began to appear.

It was a tough morning of elevation, altitude, false summits (which luckily we were warned about), but until the sun rays hit us the cold was all I could think about. I was one pair of socks too short of comfort. The sight of my first shadow caused such delight, I had to call out to Dad. I finally was warm enough to stop and put on that second pair of socks and all was right with the world.

Dad was a complete champion.

This is Dad tired.

And more tired.

And really pushing.

And summited!

We made it to the top with a fist bump and a hug. Exhausted, but happy to enjoy the best cup of tea I can remember.

After a nice relax we headed down and boy wasn’t there some down. Steep and slippery dirt, we took it slow, but the rest of the day flew past.

Yummy lunch of carbs was exactly what we needed.

Getting into Muktinath was a bit over whelming. It’s a much bigger town than we are used to, with many places to stay. We had a little sit. And a friend ran out in his towel to let us know where he was staying. We checked in. We had warm showers, seated toilets and we where happy.

All that background worry about the pass just disappeared and we could just enjoy with the satisfaction of achievement.