It reminded me of thunder, but it was a different type of crash. One of the fingers of drifting ice that grasp these peaks had lost a chunk of its icy tips. Fog rolled in. Its white puff slithered across the slate-coloured mountain range, and the fusion of light and dark merged into a haunting aura.
Huge black boulders lay around our campsite, daring me to climb atop them in search of the perfect post-hike resting spot. I succumbed. From the edge, I could look straight across to a giant glacier, dirty with grit and ever so slowly pushing its way across the rocky face. Nature’s strength was clear here. It was impossible not to feel a sense of awe, of respect, and a little sadness that there are so few perfectly magical places like this left in the world. After a long day’s hike, just standing there watching the snow, rock and fog swerve above me filled me with energy. The sheer silence, beyond the occasional rumbling when a glacier calved, felt intoxicating. My motivation for the days to come surged.
Where: Bhutan's Snowman Trek
When: September 2017
How: Rainbow Tours & Treks at www.rainbowbhutan.com
More about the Snowman Trek and other little-known destinations in my newest book, Searching for Unique.
Find more undiscovered destinations in my first book, Dust in My Pack, available at most online book stores in paperback or as an eBook.
Nancy O'Hare has lived and worked across five continents and travelled to over eighty countries. Her writing shares insights from her travels and musings about the world around us.