I’m in Terelj National Park, just outside Ulaan Bataar. It’s spectacular.
I wake, pick the tallest peak I can see from my ger and hike it.
At the top you can see forever. I have brought binoculars exactly for this purpose. I feel like sketching. I can see hills and mountains in 360 degrees. I’m pretty sure I’m at the highest point in the park. I can’t draw, so I take a tonne of pictures instead.
From another peak I watch cloud shadows pour down the mountains and roll across the valley floor in a majestic and relentless march. It is breathtaking.
There are small children that look at me with deep suspicion. So do the goats.
By night, dogs bark across the valley.
I grow accustomed to the flora and fauna. There are little sheet-white, canary and mauve flowers, and there are bones. Brittle trees and purple blossom beginning to show. Broad hills with buttercups. Evidence of shamanism.