Day 7: Washing Up

As we packed up from the previous night's camp of terror, we watched hundreds and hundreds of sheep parade around the side of the mountain and through the leftovers of the camp, likely on their way down to the city to be sold and butchered. Our kids loved it! It was like a sea of sheep. On the steep hillside nearby, our horse and the 5 mules grazed nearly out of our sight they had climbed so high. Further still above them was a small herd of a sort of mountain goat. Gorgeous!

We met a man on the trail who had his arm in a sling.  When I asked him what was wrong, he said he fell, and it popped out of socket -- a month ago! He had finally finished his work in the fields so he was now on his way down to seek medical attention. We gave him some ibuprofen to take the edge off, but weren't sure he even needed it at this point.

Today's trail is a washed out in many places due to the rain and softness of the soil. Little Girl is awesome on the horse, but so scary to watch on tiny treacherous trails. At times, I have to just close my eyes. When we reached our campsite for the night, we made sure we were far from the possibility of any falling rocks or debris. We got to have our first outdoor bath in a freezing stream down below the camp. Although it was frigid to the point of being painful, it was refreshing.