2nd Hut

We must have collapsed with exhaustion, but Guide must have cared for me because I awoke comfortable, while upon the ground, with the smell of breakfast cooking in what I would soon learn was second hut. I explored the new terrain; I signed my name in the book there on the mountain, along with the inscription "All Is Full of Love" which although is not technically correct, reflected my feeling at the moment.

Second Hut

We went for what must have been hours but seemed like days. The altitude was overwhelming, an exhaustion set in that on moving slowly could cure, and moving slowly seems to be a hypnosis that saturated the consciousness. At times I felt like my heart was exploding. Maybe second hut is only a myth. Maybe second hut is only a broken heart. We could camp anywhere, but the goal 'lies ahead'. The sun is setting, and a view of the peaks lit with late day sun burns into the heart. It is hard to press on when everything seems already well beyond expectation. The guide urges on, I follow.