thanks guys.
the pack was heavy walking back to camp, though it was welcome weight.
the next day i bummed around camp and attended to the skinning out of the head and salting the cape. mark and paul went hunting again.
here's some tahr i spotted out of my tent door. they are on the ridge top.
that evening the weather closed in again and it began to rain once more. another 36 hour period in the tent had begun......
it rained heavily that night and to my disbelief i awoke early the next morning to a flooded tent. there was 5" of water in the floor of my little shelter. my mat and bottom half of my down sleeping bag were wet and my camera was underwater. i was sleeping with the inner doors open to maximize ventilation trying to combat condensation. through the night i must have rolled on the edge of the floor wall and pushed it down onto the ground allowing water from the small stream running under the floor to flow into my tent and flood it.
it took me a while to bail it all out with my jetboil cup. the rest of that day it rained but it cleared that night and there was a huge frost. it was very cold that night. i was in the fetal position in my sleeping bag because the bottom was wet which made for a terrible nights sleep. that morning it was minus 8 degrees C (17F)in our tents. everything was frozen. the bottom of my bag was frozen, usually limp bootlaces were like pieces of wire. i told the guys that i was going to go down to the hut since all my gear was frozen and with these temperatures it would be silly for me not to go down to the hut. they decided to join me as they were in a similar but not as bad similar situation.
Topic: Himalayan tahr deja vu. Feeding the addiction. (Read 4565 times)
