I left Montana a week ago already (seems like much longer ago). My first post enroute to Bhutan:

The impressive land/snow mass presence of Mount Rainier pumped my spirit with belief and strength as we flew by. Not so long ago I found myself on that summit in borrowed snow gear, rented boots and crampons - my first snow/glacier/mountain summit embarked upon rather blindly as a distraction/reaction to deep grief of suddenly losing my dear dog Shiva. Life presents summits, none of which come by without the not-so-simple ability to put one foot in front of the other in unfamiliar and even extreme conditions while belief and disbelief dance with each other. Powered by the drum beat of persistence. Compelled. Scared. Humbled. Intrigued. Here I go again - not the ice crystal snow ghost mountain but a creative endeavor in a tiny fairytale country undertaken as a gift for a king.

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