Staring Down A Yak

What do you do when you find yourself in a stare down with an 800lb yak? Its horns like crescent moons arching to the heavens. Sleek and ominous. Pierced nose, testament to a life of pain and labour? What do you do when you trace the line from its nostril along a length of hand-spun twine and notice it’s anchored to a rock, no larger than the size of a human fist? Weighing no more than your mud trodden sneaker?

via Shawn Forry: The Dolpo Experience | swoophimalayas.

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