Dole-Namche Bazaar Wet snow, squishy, sounds are different, more oxygen, senses are different. We depart Dole for the lower elevations of Namche Bazaar. Back among the trees.

Walking through rhododendron, soft breeze gently in my ear. Sunshine, put that, morning sunshine, butterfly dancing in front of me [slight breathing can be heard], and moving down, down, it's much warmer. Remember that as a vignette. It's like the butterfly is leading the way.

My body manifests the exertion, the loss of altitude, the challenges of terrain.