For Act I, go here
For Act II, go here
Act III: One Day Pre-Trek (P.T.)
Scene I: Grassy flat spot next to a community soccer field; Gasa, Bhutan
I stood looking at my pile of clothes, paralyzed. Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic, don't panic, I kept repeating to myself, as panic parked itself in my brain and settled in.
I looked at the pile again--clothes and toiletries for our upcoming evening's foray to Gasa's renowned hot spring baths. We were preparing for a soak in a hot tub before heading out tomorrow morning for our trek to Laya. The pile was missing two items that I recall distinctly putting right on top: my brand-new, perfect pair of gloves and double-thick fleece hat. They were gone.
Think back, think back, think back. Retrace steps. The past few hours were pretty crazy, where EXACTLY had I been??
Our day started with a long, but incredible, drive from Punakha to Gasa. We stopped for lunch at an overlook that gave us the above view. Later, entering our first national park, the scenery changed. We were in the world of the temperate Himalayan forest, thick with heavy trees covered in droopy lichens. Streams and springs spouted water, creating waterfalls at nearly every turn.
|Jigme Dorji National Park entrance with faux takins...they're the only ones we saw in this area|
(Act I has a description of takins, the national animal of Bhutan,
and capital city Thimphu has a sanctuary we visited)
Our excitement mounted. Our mission today was to get to Gasa, set up camp, and prepare to start our trek the following morning. Our belongings were separated into three bags: each of us had our trek bag, which held our own gear but would be carried by ponies; our daypack, which we carried ourselves and had whatever we'd want to access during the day; and our leave-behind bag--the rest of our luggage--which stayed in the van while we were trekking. Tandin, our van driver and my birdwatching partner we affectionately called Tin-Tin, would stay with the van to keep things secure; we'd miss him!
|Gasa's monastery, overlooking the community|
|Typical countryside; steep mountains and terraced agricultural fields.|
How in the world were these made?
Our campsite for this pre-trek night was adjacent to the community's soccer field. A game was being played by local kids and monks. Walking from the van across the soccer field to our camp, we saw that Cookie and his helpers had set up camp in advance. Tents, a bathroom tent (open it up to see a hole in the ground, but there was toilet paper available; what more do you need, really), a cook tent, and a set of tables and chairs for dining greeted us after our drive.
|A pick-up soccer game between monks and kids|
We selected our sleeping bags and pads, and began setting up for the evening. In a couple hours, come dark, we were going to walk back to the van and drive to the far end of Gasa to their famed and revered hot springs. We'd get in a good soak, wash up, head back to camp for dinner, and then hit the hay.
Shivering in the tent, I quickly changed into my swimsuit for the hot springs visit, adding more layers to warm up. It was already starting to cool down quickly. At around 9,000 feet with mountains all around you, the sun disappears early and the cold starts to set in immediately after. Recognizing that I'd have wet hair and be even colder after the visit to the hot springs, I placed my new warm gloves and hat on top of my pile of toiletries and towel. I crawled out of the tent, ready to have my happy hour glass of wine with the group, leaving my hot springs pile outside the tent along with my perpetual companions--binoculars and camera.
I stood up and looked around. My gosh. I took a deep breath of clean, brisk air. Ponies were tied up a short distance away (on one side of the soccer field), silhouetted by the darkening sky. Mountains surrounded us; the only flat land I could see was the soccer field and our little bench of tents. An energetic soccer game between monks and students and heavy bells on the ponies provided the only sounds--it was peaceful and serene.
|I had to pinch myself to believe I was really seeing this|
"Oh yes, it's just sitting in a tree. He wants you to see it." I went back to my pile, grabbed my binoculars and field guide, contemplating bringing my camera but figured it's too dark already, and trotted across the field. Sure enough, a pair of Hoary-throated Barwings were sitting in a tree, with the front seat of the van being the perfect vantage spot. I climbed into the front seat, Tin-tin in the driver's seat, and we enjoyed watching the birds as they bopped around the tree, perching together at times. Geez, I thought. I really should get my camera...
Decision made; go get the camera. I raced back to our tents to my pile. The camera was there. I grabbed it and turned to race back. My brain flashed words like a neon sign: "gloves and hat missing, gloves and hat missing." As I ran back to the van, I wondered if I had grabbed those gloves and hat the first time? Would they be in the van already?
The Hoary-throated Barwings had flown. Shoot. I looked for my gloves and hat in the van. No luck. Now I was really confused, they must be back at camp, right? I went back to the tents to check. Happy hour over, everyone was getting their supplies ready for the hot springs. I stood over my pile of stuff. No hat, no gloves. Both gloves and my hat were missing.
That's when full-fledged panic set in. I ran around the tents, growing ever more frantic. I even checked the bathroom tent, hole and all (ewwww!). Nothing. It was then that I asked the rest of the group, in a trembling voice, if they had seen a hat and gloves, and described them. No; no one had.
I ran back into my tent. I pulled everything out of my duffel. I examined every nook, cranny, and pocket of my daypack, fanny pack, and anything else that held other things. Nothing.
Did I carry them that first run to the van to see the birds, and drop them next to the soccer field when I ran? Are they near the ponies? I scanned the field--nothing. The realization that I may have lost two critical items was sinking in. Think about it. Picture being cold, camping at 13,000 feet elevation in the Himalayas dammit, and not having gloves or a hat. This was serious.
Nearly in tears, I had to admit to everyone I lost my hat and gloves. People rallied to help look, to no avail. It's like they were spirited away, beamed up to a different planet like Captain Kirk on Star Trek. Was I going to be the one who goofed and caused our trek to suffer?
As much as I wanted to know what the heck happened, it was time to figure out what to do. On our drive to the hot springs, I confided my fears to Tin-Tin and voiced my alternatives. I did have a thin pair of those inexpensive knit gloves that run about two bucks at Wal-Mart; they were supposed to be a little extra help under thicker gloves. Now they would have to do. My lavender puffy coat had a snap-on hood that looked like an astronaut's helmet, especially when not joined with the coat. That would have to be my hat, on the coat or off.
The biggest physical feat of my life started tomorrow, and I was suddenly unprepared. Now my confidence was shot, and it was obvious to Tin-Tin that I was still apoplectic with fear.
|Tin-Tin. Birdwatcher, van driver,|
most importantly, friend
|Not my photo: slurped from Google|
Ramadas cover various hot tubs at Gasa hot springs
|Not my photo: slurped from Google|
Hot tubs are usually full; excuse us, coming in!
Scene II: Time uncertain, it was extremely dark
Inside a freezing tent
I dressed warm, thanking the powers above that I had selected Julie's sleeping bag liner over my pricey-but-cheap fleece sheet. Hah, like that fleece sheet had a CHANCE against this. Body-searing cold got into my core and would throb outwards as the external cold continued to pound inwards. I could feel it, but pushed aside my thoughts about how much colder it might be 4,000 feet higher up.
Contorting myself into my sleeping-bag-within-a-sleeping bag (zippers aligned), I was wearing what I rationally thought would be enough, given that body heat does help warm things up. Light socks and warm woolly socks; leggings; undershirt, long-sleeved shirt, fleece top; my thin gloves. I made sure I went to the bathroom at the last minute, as one generally does while camping. I lay in my bag(s), Purple Puffcoat as a pillow, and waited for sleep to take over.
Instead, I was visited by the Demon of Irrational Nighttime Thoughts. Don't we all have those nights? When, the next day, you wonder why you wasted so much precious sleeping time imagining things that, in daylight, are patently ridiculous? I was mentally exhausted from the freak out over the missing gloves and hat. That problem had been resolved, though, and I really needed some sleep for the trek tomorrow. Yet the Demon took over. Could I really do this? What if I have a heart attack? Did I forget anything? And on it went.
As I fretted in silence, I noticed that if I moved even one toe, I'd hit a cold spot in the sleeping bag, and that little piece of cold would vibrate up my body. I had to admit to myself I was still cold. So much for body heat. To make matters worse, now I had to go to the bathroom. Argh. I thought I could change positions to relieve pressure on my bladder, but that would mean a jolt of cold that might require hours of recovery. Moving a toe was bad enough! A resolution to both issues, of course, would be to just get the hell up, go, and add more layers before crawling back into the double-mummy bag.
Muttering foul language, I unzipped the outer bag, found the zipper to the inner bag (no longer nicely aligned with the outer bag; yeah, that's fun), grabbed the flashlight, got out, put on shoes, and stumbled to the toilet tent. Business done, I stumbled back, took off shoes and put on Julie's borrowed down booties (holy smokes, thank you for these!!), another layer of pants, and Purple Puffcoat, helmet-hood secured. Burrowing back into my bag(s), the added layers helped a bit. Wide awake, though, my mind fretted on about all sorts of irrational things. I think I dozed off and on until the morning light of Trek Day 1.
Read about the Trek, in Act IV, here.
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