Perhaps it was because the altitude of the Tarim camp (1430 meters) was relatively low. Everyone was a little lazy on the morning of the 22nd, and the departure time was a little later than the previous few days. Breakfast is steamed buns, naan, porridge, and fresh milk. The milk is freshly squeezed, which is very delicious. Speaking of which, I have to mention the price of this milk. The first night, Sister Yun asked the boss if he had fresh milk, and the boss said yes. Sister Yun asked how much a bowl was, and the boss said ten yuan. Sister Yun said no, the boss quickly changed his words and said five yuan.
When checking out in the morning, the boss didn’t change the money. Sister Yun, who didn’t like to fuss about it, got a little angry and exchanged the money she didn’t change into milk for everyone to drink. When setting off, the boss did not forget to yell: Is there anyone who wants to take the car. To his surprise, no one wanted to take the car, and his calculation of earning an extra toll was wrong. It is reported that he is also responsible for the meals in the Charsi camp. It seems that he has a good business relationship with the organizer.
This day, as soon as we set off, we will climb over the mountain, and the strength is quite strong. Fortunately, this big slope was climbed when we were most energetic, and no one was left behind. The sun is merciless and must give you a sauna. After climbing to the top of the mountain, my face was covered with sweat, and my glasses were fogged up. There are some thorny wild plants on the road, and their touch is not gentle at all.
After going down the mountain, the road gradually becomes gentler, and cows, sheep, and horses will still meet us on a narrow road. We see them as landscapes, and they see us as landscapes. We envy them that they have a vast world, but what attitude do they have towards us? unknown. The herdsmen will look at us more when they see us, probably because they are curious about why we have to suffer this crime for no reason!
It may be due to visual fatigue, or the scenery on this road today is a bit ordinary, and everyone just keeps their heads on the road. If it wasn't for Xiao Lin's guidance, we wouldn't even know that there is such a landscape as the Human Grassland. The ups and downs of the mountains are like the curves of a human body, exquisite and graceful. The verdant grassland has fattened the cattle and sheep, feeding the living beings. Like a mother, she gives silently without asking for anything in return.
I don't know how many slopes we climbed, and how many times we went down, the scenery in front of us gradually changed to rivers and forests. What catches the eye is the tall and straight spruce trees, which are lush and dense. Before I came to Xinjiang, I had never seen spruce. I don't know that a tree can be so straight into the sky without vines or branches. Standing under a spruce tree, looking up at the sky, you will feel so small.
Hiking in the spruce forest, we are no longer lone rangers on the grassland, but have become jungle explorers. The clear stream has become the favorite of teammates. The feet suffocated in the shoes finally found a chance to release themselves. After soaking in the cold mountain spring water, the fatigue of half a day was also eliminated. But I dare not soak, the water is too cold. I still remember when I was in school, the teacher reminded me: In summer, don't wash your feet with cold water after sweating, it will easily cause varicose veins. My feet protested in the stinky shoes too, but I wouldn't let it out anyway.
After the protests are invalid, they still have to work in silence. They leaped over the fence, walked through the mud, crossed the creek, and led me out of the jungle. The herdsmen's house at the foot of the mountain sells yogurt and drinks, and also agrees to let the lesbians take a nap in their yurts. The yurt is not only easy to carry, but also sturdy and durable, comfortable to live in, and has the characteristics of cold, rain and earthquake resistance. The air circulation and light in the room have been loved by nomads for thousands of years. Because it is made of white felt, and the yurt is decorated very carefully, people call it a white palace.
After eating a bowl of yogurt, my fatigue has disappeared, and I am curiously looking at the layout of the yurt. The quilt was neatly folded, covered with white calico, and placed in the innermost part. Blankets were spread on the floor, brightly colored curtains were drawn around it, and a large long table was placed in the middle, probably for eating. The top of the yurt can be moved. When the weather is good, the herdsmen open the cloth so that the sun can shine into the room. It not only has the effect of lighting, but also keeps the room dry. During the six-day trekking trip, I stayed in a yurt for two nights. One night was at the East Kalajun camp, and the hostess kept the house very clean. Lying on the blanket in the sun at night is very warm and comfortable. The other night was Mohur Camp, and the experience was just a little bit worse. There was a thunderstorm that night, and the owner did not draw the curtains on the roof properly, causing rain to leak. While sleeping drowsily, the roommate was woken up by the rain, and the blanket and quilt were wet. Finally, I asked the host to pull up the roof so that I could sleep peacefully until dawn. By the way, teammates nicknamed sleeping together in a yurt "jerk". Every time I mentioned the experience of living together, I said we were "bastards"!
Don't gossip, after eating and drinking enough, we set out on the road again. After walking a few steps, we encountered flooded road. Some teammates didn't want to take a detour and just stepped on the water. Although wearing snow gloves, the shoes still have to get water nine times out of ten. Thanks to the big sun, it can be dried quickly. If you don't want to get your shoes wet, choose to walk on the single-plank bridge. That's right, it's the most primitive kind of bridge. A big tree lying across the river becomes a bridge. The timid female team members were led by the team leader to cross the bridge, and the bold ones crossed alone. After crossing the bridge, you have to turn over the fence. The so-called fence is barbed wire. On the grassland, this kind of enclosure phenomenon is often seen. Some will leave a door on a certain path, while others can only be turned over roughly.
After climbing over the fence and stepping onto the main road, the pace became much easier. There are many cars on the road. Seeing our mighty hiking team, everyone in the car gave a thumbs up. Sister Yun said with emotion: When we were in the car before, we wondered why others chose to travel on foot. Now, we have become a member of the hiking team, and others gave us likes. From seeing the world in a car to seeing the world on foot, what have you experienced in between?
Indeed, I didn't expect that I would join an outdoor hiking group one day, and I didn't expect that I could endure a week without taking a shower, washing my hair, washing my feet, or changing my clothes. While marveling that I can be so sloppy, I am also a little complacent. All masochism is bearable for the sake of beauty. The scenery experienced along this road cannot be experienced by car. Although those unique feelings cannot be put into writing one by one, they are deeply burned in my mind and become the most beautiful in this life.
The ancients said: A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. No matter how far the camp is, there is a moment of arrival. The long downhill at Charsi camp still makes people a little bit overwhelmed. The camp is far away, but the downhill road seems to have no end. Walked one way after another, down one slope and another slope. For Sister Yun, a household with difficulty downhill, this section of the road directly made her decide to take a car the next day. Her toes were so sore that she walked like white clouds of the Heitu family. I mentioned it to Sister Yun afterwards, and she complained about why she forgot to take a picture of her, making it impossible to preserve this classic scene of hers. So, did Sister Yun give up walking and take a car the next day? The answer will be revealed later.
