Mengkete is located in the easternmost part of Nu Mountain in Borocco, Tianshan Mountain, with the highest peak at an altitude of 4,590 meters. Mengkete is a scenic spot with multi-level mysterious landscapes such as gorges, waterfalls, forests, grasslands, hot springs, glaciers and ancient roads. Its northern slope is pregnant with Gultu River and Kuitun River; Its southern slope is an important water supply source for Kashi River system in Nileke County. It is also known as the "Baili Gallery" in Tamboura tourist area, and it is also the natural boundary mountain range of Kuitun, Wusu and Nileke counties. "Mengkete" is Mongolian, which means "snow peak that never melts" and is quoted as "eternal", because Mengketedaban is 3945 meters above sea level, which is one of the highest in Gashan, Yilian, Khabir, and it is covered with clouds all year round, with changeable climate and steep roads. Rare wild animals such as snow leopard, brown bear, capra ibex and red deer often appear near Daban. ?
I have been longing for the ancient road of Monkert for many years. After consulting with several leaders of Tamboura Wild Horse Outdoor Group and referring to the weather forecast, I decided to visit it on July 8, 20 14. ?
At 7: 30 on the morning of July 8th, a group of nine of us started from Rensanleke County by car, all the way to the east, up the Kashi River, and headed for Tamboura and Jorma. After a short stop in Jorma Martyrs Cemetery, we drove on the 2 17 national highway. 2 17 National Highway is the famous Tianshan Highway in China, also known as Duku Highway, which is the highway from Dushanzi in northern Xinjiang to Kuqa in southern Xinjiang. Majestic, fantastic and lofty. This road can only be opened to traffic for half a year, and it is a very important national defense road. In order to build this road, there were 148 martyrs who gave their young lives, and the Jorma Martyrs Cemetery and Monument were built for them. The films "Soldiers in the Deep Tianshan Mountains", "Journey to the Tianshan Mountains" and "Watching the Tianshan Mountains" are the true portrayal of the lives of these steel soldiers. ?
Go up the winding mountain along this heroic Tianshan highway. Along the way, the snow peaks stand tall and the vegetation gradually becomes scarce, so the Hashel Root Tunnel comes into our eyes. Hashel Gen Tunnel (Hashel Gen is Mongolian, meaning insurmountable) is the highest highway tunnel in China at an altitude of 3,400 meters. After crossing the 340-meter tunnel, it was all downhill. At the road sign 625 of 2 17 national highway, you will enter the entrance of the ancient Munkete road. After checking the backpacks and loads of each team member, I took the team members around a curved sidewalk and looked along the river bank. On the roaring Kuitun River, an iron bridge painted with blue appeared in front of our eyes. Looking around the banks, Kuitun River runs down from southwest to northeast. Crossing the railway bridge and going upstream along the Kuitun River, we stepped into this ancient Mengkete road that has gone through thousands of years. ?
The ancient Mengkete Road has long been famous all over the country. It is a very old passage. The Mengketedaban, which crosses the Mengkete Gorge, connects Nilek Tamboura in the south, Wusibayin ditch in the north, goes out of Mengkete and crosses Shawan in the east, and connects Changji, Qitai and Dongjiang. To this end, I also specially consulted Professor Liu Xuetang, a famous archaeologist who is familiar with the ancient Mengkete Road. Liu Jiaoshou said that the ancient Mengkete Road has a very long history, and it was already a mature oasis channel connecting the northern foot of Tianshan Mountain as early as prehistoric times. He once excavated high-level tombs stuffed into tribes during the Warring States Period at a place called Sishu on the ancient Mengkete Road. According to most scholars' research, it is said that in the early years of the Western Han Dynasty, Wusun people who originally lived in Hexi Corridor began to move westward because of the persecution of Xiongnu. It was along this little-known passage that they entered the Ili Valley in the hinterland of Tianshan Mountain, where water plants were abundant, and drove away the Dayue people who also moved here because of the expulsion of Xiongnu. Since then, Wusun people have thrived in this fertile valley grassland, where people and animals are thriving, and finally became the largest country among the 36 western regions at that time-Wusun country. ?
In the 1970s, the national defense war preparation highway was built on this ancient road. Originally, it was used as the predecessor highway of the Ili section of the Duku Highway, but it was abandoned due to bad natural conditions and other reasons. In that year, a lot of manpower and financial resources were spent, and there are still obvious road traces on the ancient road. ?
The ancient road of Monkert is really extraordinary. It didn't take more than ten minutes to walk, but it gave us a scare: there is no road ahead! On the right is a gravel slope that is almost 70 degrees, and on the lower left is the Kuitun River, which is choppy and fast-flowing. If the soles of your feet are unstable, once you slip, the consequences will be unimaginable. Looking up from the top right, I can see that the mountain on the slope is steep, the dangerous cliff is towering, and the boulder is hanging from the top. At this time, if a rolling stone falls, it will be very dangerous. We trembled, stepped on every step, and passed safely before our hanging hearts fell. After that, although there were some slopes, the slope was a little slow, which was considered to be gradually turning around. Bypassing a pointed boulder, the war preparation road left over from that year appeared. ?
The whole Mengkete Ancient Road runs through a narrow "V"-shaped channel on the right side of the Kuitun River. On both sides of the valley are clumps of yehliu, which are mixed with towering ancient trees of Populus euphratica, red willows and Haloxylon ammodendron. Gravel and rotten wood are all over the long-ruined highway. Occasionally herders pass by in a hurry on the road. They look at us with surprised eyes and can't understand why we ask for it. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city and into the wilderness, they may not experience it for a while. Carrying heavy bags and measuring the ancient Mengkete Road with a long history, I can't help but wonder how the ancient Wusun people found this corridor-like convenient passage in the distant Western Han Dynasty. At that time, when the fierce Huns drove them out of the Hexi Corridor, they never thought that in front of them, in their future, God had already arranged the Ili Valley, which was far wider than the Hexi Corridor. The Huns who occupied the Hexi Corridor did not expect that one day, they would also suffer the same pain of losing their homes. In the sixth year of Yuan Feng in the Western Han Dynasty (before 105), Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty fought against Xiongnu in order to make a good relationship with Wusun, sealed Xijun as Princess Jiangdu and married Wusun Wang Kunmo. In the second year of Yuanshou in the Western Han Dynasty (before 12 1), Huo Qubing stepped on the Huns, and the Huns left a thousand-year lament: "The loss of Qilian Mountain made my six animals unhappy; Losing my mountain makes my woman colorless. " Xiongnu disappeared from the dust of history forever. From then on, the Han Dynasty took control of the Hexi region and opened up the road to the western regions. ?
Walking on the ancient road, along the way, there are clear springs and birds chirping, and the mountains on both sides of the canyon stand tall and steep, with strange rocks and rocks, and the towering snow peaks in front cast its cold eyes. At that time, Zhang Qian's mission to the Western Regions may have been through this road; At that time, Princess Xijun, who left the apricot blossom and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, may have shed tears from here! The scene more than 2000 years ago has been impossible to guess. In fact, life is not a trek, and the years are not a kind of tempering. The sandstorm of history only leaves perseverance and blows away cowardice, only regrets and sighs! However, today, we have actually stepped into this ancient road-Monkert Ancient Road, which bears historical sadness. ?
After walking for more than an hour, I saw a forest of Populus euphratica. The living branches of Populus euphratica were twisted, stout and beautiful, and the dead Populus euphratica was naked and looked up at the sky unyieldingly. What is even more peculiar is that a Populus euphratica, which has lived for thousands of years, actually formed an arch after it fell to the ground, just on the path we passed, and beside it, a young Populus euphratica forest is thriving, which makes people feel awe of the magic of nature. Out of the Populus euphratica forest, a clear spring like a silver bell impacts the rocks in the mountains and flows slowly around us. Unloading the heavier and heavier backpacks, we all lay down on the lawn. Looking at the clouds gliding gently over the top of the mountain, I gasped and asked everyone if they had any regrets. They burst out laughing. Niu Niu said, "It feels so good on the road! Only when people are in nature can they feel their own smallness and humbleness, and then they will lower their heads and re-recognize themselves! " I don't know whether we were chewing Nan and mustard tuber or Niu Niu's words. We all lay quietly on the grass, listening to the sound of the waves, clear springs and ethereal birdsong of Kuitun River from Mengkete Canyon, and suddenly felt that language was redundant at the moment. ? Walking through the flat beach and the grotesque rock piles, there is no other way but one direction on the ancient Monkert Road, that is, keep going along the right side of the river bank and then go on. Has been slowly uphill, at 7 pm, walked to a willow forest by the river bank. Seeing the clouds floating from the mountains, the rain is coming, so we choose to camp here, because the sun will set earlier in the mountains. Rain in the mountains comes and goes quickly. Set up the tent, when the boiling water is boiled, the rain has stopped, and the sun shines obliquely from the clouds, setting off our camp in peace. Wash away the fatigue on your face. After dinner, the night has quietly fallen. We lit a bonfire and sat around to tell the feelings of running all the way. The Ecuadorian musician Rio played by Niu Niu? The flute played by Luo Huazi sounds like nature in such an environment. Everyone seems to be intoxicated by it. In the wilderness, we are guarding a bonfire, a forest and a bright moon. With the sound of the Kuitun River and the occasional wailing of the wolf in the distance, we got into the tent and fell asleep. ?
Crossing Tianhu? Looking for a cabin?
The next morning, I woke up with the sound of birds singing and the waves of Kuitun River. Yesterday's fatigue had already disappeared, and everything in the wild was so natural. ?
A new day has begun again, and we continue to go upstream along the roaring Kuitun River. Not far away, a peaked Xuefeng is surrounded by clouds, and against the blue sky, it looks like a girl with a scarf, handsome and Leng Yan. The roads are still covered with gravel, Populus euphratica forests and willow forests are gradually scarce, and pine trees and spruces are gradually increasing on the slopes on both sides of the river bank. According to past experience, we have reached an altitude of about 2600 meters above sea level. ?
Stop and go along the mountain road, through a pine forest, we continue our journey along the pastoral road towards the southwest canyon. The valley here is obviously narrow, turning over the uneven road under the cliff, and we are marching along the Kuitun River. After walking for about an hour, I climbed over a gravel ridge and passed a willow forest, and a curved green lake appeared without warning. ?
This dammed lake is two or three kilometers long and four or five hundred meters wide. There is a dense pine forest on the south slope opposite to the lake. Above the pine forest is the exposed rock of bluestone, and the top of the rock is a white ice peak. Against the backdrop of the blue sky, the blue-green and sparkling lake, the reflections of the pines and snow peaks are looming, which is very psychedelic. Moving on along the shore of the lake, in the upper reaches of the lake, the dead Populus euphratica and pine trees have long lost their essence and washed away their lead, but they are still alive, staring at the blue sky and strangely inserted in the lake. Faced with such a beautiful picture, people almost forgot to breathe in an instant, and suddenly understood why hiking enthusiasts named it "Tianhu". I stayed at Tianhu Lake for nearly two hours, and it was already in the afternoon, and the sky was gradually clouded and pressed to the foot of the mountain. I hurried to urge everyone to continue on their way to avoid getting wet. ?
Turn left along Kuitun River, cross a mountain ridge, and your eyes gradually widen. A group of camels were scared away by us and got into the Woods. Looking along the miscellaneous trees, a snow-capped mountain surrounds the valley, and pines burst on both sides of the valley. The Kuitun River flows downstream along the valley, and there are just three wooden houses on both sides of the river. ?
Through a red birch forest, a boulder beach appeared in front of me. No! It's like a river of boulders! Pieces of boulders as big as cows are frozen on the riverbed in the form of waves like running water, which shocks everyone of us. There is no other way, we can only carry heavy backpacks and jump over pieces of boulders. There was a gurgling sound of running water under the boulder, which must be the trace left by glacier movement. After the megalithic beach, it turned out to be a wetland. Step carefully through the wetland, the wooden house seems to be in sight. We all looked at the wooden house eagerly, but we couldn't move any more. Even the woodchuck seems to see our weakness, and unexpectedly rushes to our front to make strange noises, as if demonstrating to us, or accusing us of breaking into its territory. That silly look made us all laugh. After a short rest, I moved to the wooden house with heavy steps like lead. But when I got to the front, I found that this wooden house seemed to be built hundreds of years ago, and it had already decayed, and there was cow dung everywhere, so it was impossible to stay. I had to put down my bag and walk towards another wooden house at the foot of the mountain. ?
Far away, I saw that this wooden house was inhabited, and the male owner was lying on the roof to repair it. When I saw a stranger coming, the shepherd dog came at me like an arrow, and was turned back by the male owner, standing aside and barking. The hospitable hostess also came out of the wooden house and greeted me warmly in fluent Chinese. I didn't have time to catch my breath, so I quickly asked if this was the Mengketedaban in the direction of Nilek. The hostess said no, and it will take nearly two hours to walk west. I was a little depressed and asked, "Are there three wooden houses and a wooden bridge over there?" She said there was one there, too. It suddenly dawned on me that we were going the wrong way. Recalling the energy and spirit expended by my teammates, I feel extremely guilty. Hurriedly asked how to get to the three wooden houses, and the hostess said she would take us away, so she went out. In front of everyone, I truthfully reported the actual situation of going the wrong way and made a review. Counting the time, it's about 5 pm now, and we can get to those three wooden houses in two hours' journey. So, under the guidance of the enthusiastic Kazakh eldest sister-in-law, we continued to move forward along a horse path leading to Mengketedaban. ?
After turning a mountain ridge, a river valley appeared in front of us. Mrs. Kazakh said, "I saw a flock of sheep's mountain ridges over there, and it's not far away." We looked towards the mountain ridge, only to see the fog in front of the valley, and a gust of wind was blowing head-on. Seeing that the rain was coming, I turned around and quickly called everyone to put on ponchos to prevent getting wet. After bidding farewell to the enthusiastic eldest sister-in-law, a strong wind with heavy rain crackled down. It has been raining all the time, and we walked in the rain. Although we were protected by ponchos, our shoes and trouser legs were soaked in a short time. As the rain gradually decreased, a young man riding a horse came head-on on the road, and I immediately went forward to confirm the route again. ?
"The wooden house is in front of my house. It will be easier for you to go down the road from here!" The young man was so enthusiastic that he showed us the way and left in a hurry. ?
Down the slope in the direction pointed out by the young man, and sure enough, there is a wider. Straight ahead. The rain had stopped, and we walked along the road for more than 200 meters. There were several stones on the gentle slope beside the road, so we took off our ponchos, unloaded our backpacks, packed our bags and took a short rest. Just as we were about to get up and continue on our way, the young man who showed us the way just now caught up on horseback. Enthusiastic, he put our luggage on horseback and took us to his cabin. Walking and chatting, I learned that this young man is Mongolian and his name is Bayir. ?
After walking through a slow slope, it began to rain again, but it was not very heavy. Bayl pointed to a cabin on a gentle slope not far away and said, "You will live in that wooden house tonight, and my house is still on it. Hey! You have worked too hard to come to this place to suffer. Tomorrow I will send you to Sakamoto with two horses, so that your road tomorrow will be easier! " ?
When we were pleasantly surprised, it seemed that we didn't trust our ears and didn't know each other, but he decided to help us in such an understatement. ?
Bahir seemed unconcerned about our surprise expression, but he still wore a sly smile: "Haha! They are all sons and dolls in Xinjiang. It depends on your's luck to send them. If it is sunny tomorrow, you can go there. Anyway, I am training these two babies these two days (referring to Ma Wazi who has not been trained yet)! " ? Talking, I soon arrived at the cabin. When I asked, it was almost 7: 30. The wooden house is not big, but there are iron stoves and chimneys. Although the kang inside is full of sheep dung, it is very dry. Cat took out his engineer shovel and quickly smoothed the sheep manure on the kang platform. We took out plastic sheets, moisture-proof mats and other outdoor bedding from our bags. Soon, a flat and fancy kang was formed. ?
"There are piles on the wooden wall. Hang all the your bags and the kang will be more spacious!" Say that finish, according to the hands and feet quickly began to set up the stove. The chimney doesn't seem to be high enough. I brought some big stones from outside to support it under the stove, and the stove was finally set up. Herdsmen are all masters of wild fire. He took out a knife from his pocket, picked up a section of dried pine from the underground corner and cut it with a knife. There were sawdust and candles, and the fire soon burned, and the room was filled with smoke and warmth. When the hot water boiled, cold and hungry, we hurriedly took out Naan cake, beef jerky, instant noodles, ham sausage and onions, cut them into pieces with a knife, put them in a bowl, rushed into boiling water and wolfed them down. Bahir ate a few sausages and chocolates and was ready to go home. Niu Niu, who had recovered, took out a bottle of wine and unscrewed it. He poured a glass of wine for Bahir with both hands. Seeing the wine, Bahir bowed down and took it with great respect. We thought he would drink it all at once, but we didn't expect him to take it to the door, dip it with his fingers, respect the sky, the ground and the grassland, and then raise his glass with both hands and drink it slowly. Pastors are in awe of heaven and earth and grassland, but we may just be some tourists. We are really ignorant of heaven and earth, grassland and herd. I seem to remember that Bayl said that horses, cattle and sheep on the grassland are smarter than people, but they can't talk. When we sent Bayl out, we invited him to come over for a drink at night. ?
After dinner, I don't know when the rain stopped. The sun shone obliquely from the western heaven, making the whole valley more green and verdant. The white snow on the hill and the dark green pine forest floated at the bottom of the valley like a line of white practice in the distance. Faced with such beautiful scenery, Chen Liang and I quickly grabbed the camera and ran out the door. ?
While the sun was still setting, we snapped wildly until after sunset, and then we picked up a large bundle of firewood and returned to the cabin. Laughter has started in the room, and fatigue is fading from everyone's face. It was getting dark, the ladies played poker, and the men took turns to build a fire to dispel the cold in the house. After playing until late at night, the ladies had already gone to sleep. We put a thick piece of wood into the hearth and were about to fall asleep. A whistle came from outside the house, and Niu Niu, who was sitting on the kang, laughed and said, "Bahir is here." ?
"oh! Originally, I didn't want to disturb your rest, but I promised you to come and drink, which made me seem to drink. Our old man said that he promised people to go even if there was a knife in the sky, so I had no choice but to come! " Bahir scratched his head and looked at us embarrassedly. ?
"Ha ha! I know you will come, so we have been waiting for you! " Say that finish, I will pull Bahir on the kang and let Niu Niu pour the wine. ?
I was not good at drinking, but for the sake of Bayl, a friend, the three of us actually finished drinking a bottle. After seeing Bayir off, when he was going to sleep, Niu Niu said, "If it weren't for going the wrong way, maybe we wouldn't have met Bayir, and maybe there wouldn't be such a good cabin for us to sleep soundly!" ?
Accompanied by the smell of sheep dung, cow dung, wet wood being heated by the stove, and the smell of stinking shoes, of course, there is also the fragrance of grass deep in the grassland. I soon fell asleep when I thought that Bayir's horses would be sent away tomorrow, which reduced the burden of the trip. ?
Fanda Sakamoto?
Because I was too tired yesterday, I got a horse from Bayir today. According to the donkey friends who passed by, we can cross Daban in six or seven hours, which is more than enough time. Therefore, on the morning of July 10, we didn't get up until 9 o'clock to make a fire. ?
After eating and drinking, packing our backpacks, 1 1 o'clock, we set out and hurried to the wooden house of Bayer's house. Bayl is already ready. After the horse was equipped, Bayl got on the horse, and I took another 3-year-old gray horse and set off along the road. Bayir's two dogs followed us closely, a golden mastiff and a black shepherd. A group of us were dressed in colorful clothes and armed to the teeth, just like a caravan driving a mountain, winding up the mountain in front of us along the mountain road. ?
Upstream along the river, it is close to the source of Kuitun River. On the top of the mountain, glaciers are vertical and horizontal according to the mountain. Because of the high altitude and steep terrain, although the water volume of the river is not large, it is still fast and icy. Although we have been crossing the river carefully, there is still a female player who accidentally fell into the river while crossing the river, and I also hurt her knee while pulling her. I endured the pain, pulled on my horse, followed the Millennium road, and hurried all the way to Mengketedaban, where the ice and snow remained unchanged for thousands of years. I think our team members might be able to walk faster if the luggage could be closer to Monkt Daban. I led the horse for more than an hour, and when I was panting, I poured a few mouthfuls of yogurt given by Bayer. At such a high altitude, it is very difficult to walk empty-handed, not to mention heavy load. Fortunately, it's sunny today, and the blue sky is particularly deep against the white snow and green peaks, which always makes people feel confused. Walking in such a high mountain, although it is not very hot, the sun seems to be particularly harsh. If you don't wear sunglasses, you will really have a burning and dizzy power. Looking at the eternal glacier in front of me, I suddenly understood the meaning of Munckett. ?
As a natural boundary mountain between Kuitun, Wusu and Nilek, Mengketedaban looks like a large dustpan placed obliquely from east to west, with a gap at the highest place in the north, which is the pass of Mengketedaban that we must turn over. This mountain has nurtured the Kuitun River flowing eastward and the Kashi River system flowing westward. Looking at all the springs flowing out of the cracks in the gravel, they all converge into rivers with the trend, which makes people really realize that the water source that we rely on deeply in our lives actually comes from here. Bayl said that this mountain is a sacred mountain. When people with bad hearts cross Daban, they will either encounter hail or heavy snow, which will make people lose their way and find no way out. Therefore, there are Mongolian Aobao and Maoni piles on the top of Daban. Anyone who turns over Daban should worship that Maoni pile in order to pray for a smooth passage next time. Bayel also said that it is the season with the least snow and the smallest glacier. As soon as August comes, heavy snow will cover here again. At that time, it will be difficult for unfamiliar people to tell the direction clearly. ?
The teammates finally caught up panting and sweating. At this time, it was already 6: 20 pm, three hours before dark, and there was still plenty of time. I decided to let everyone take a break for half an hour. ?
After re-tying my luggage, panting, I looked at the glacier on the mountain pass, and resolutely pulled up my horse and struggled to follow Bayl's horse along the mountain road. At high altitude and at such a speed, I began to suffer from lack of oxygen, and my head ached a little, and my temples chugged and jumped. I quickly stuffed a handful of raisins into my mouth, chewed them and swallowed them quickly, gasping for air and headed for the Dabapan that was within reach. The horse walks faster than me, and its head touches my arm from time to time. When he was about to reach the glacier, Bayl said that his horse had no horseshoe and had to go up and bypass the glacier. Faint, I pulled up my horse's head and walked obliquely up the gravel-covered hill. Due to physical exhaustion, my eyes began to turn black, my throat became dry, I could hardly control my body for several times, and I began to swing all over, and my horseshoe almost stepped on my foot for several times. I don't know how long it took. I almost fainted and finally bypassed the glacier and saw the Aobao mentioned by Bayl. The road we will walk with backpacks in the next step is really a slow downhill. I threw down the reins, lay down on the grass at the top of Mengketedaban, looked up at the deep blue sky, adjusted my breath and closed my eyes. ? Then, on behalf of us, Niu Niu followed Bayel slowly around Aobao for three times, and placed three stones, knocking three heads at the pile. Nine of us and Bayl took a group photo in a hurry on the glacier in Daban. At this point, it is already 7 pm. There are still two hours before dark, and the rest of the road is too tight to allow us to stay here. After we hugged each other one by one, we packed our bags and continued our unfinished journey. ?
Although our legs hurt, our bags are heavy, and we are all tired, although the road under our feet is still extending indefinitely, looking at the distant valley, we know that the bottom of the valley is our destination today-Jiudaowan, which is the campsite we must arrive at tonight. There are fragrant milk tea, warm and comfortable felt houses and hot springs waiting for us. ?
In order to save time and physical strength, we almost cross every ditch and go downhill on every slope, and never follow the zigzag road left over from that year. After running for more than an hour, I finally walked through a gentle slope, and my eyes suddenly became clear. At this time, it was the setting sun, and a corner of the valley was shining brilliantly and brightly by the setting sun. It is surrounded by mountains on all sides, covered by glaciers at the top of the mountain, and the streams in each ditch, like a silver white practice, converge to the bottom of the valley. The winding mountain road under our feet winds like a python to the bottom of the valley. The grass is green at the bottom of the valley, the yurt is on the top, the herd is bursting, the smoke is curling up, and occasionally dogs bark and motorcycles sound, which makes us wanderers who are far away from human fireworks suddenly feel particularly cordial. Everyone was touched by the beautiful scenery in front of us and forgot to hurry. We simply stopped and took a rest. Looking at the deepest part of the valley, I told everyone, "There is Jiudaowan, and there are hot springs waiting for us." ?
The road in Xinjiang is the kind of road that "looks at the mountain and runs a dead horse". Obviously, it is coming, but it is still so far away to walk. We hardly speak, dragging our tired steps down and down. At the bottom of the valley, the road is still long, and Zhao Juan and I are at the front of the line. After a long straight road, the road turned again, and we slowly moved along the slope towards the white felt house in front of us. At this time, the sun is setting, and the shadow of the mountain is devouring the valley. We finally arrived at our destination before the darkness came. Although the process was a little difficult, we walked this famous ancient Monkert road in three days! Looking back on my journey, I have been submerged in a vast afterglow. The time is already 9: 48 pm on July 10. I struggled to pick up the camera and left this moment. ?
After eating hot noodles in soup and fragrant milk tea, the fatigue and tiredness all the way were swept away. Until the dead of night, while drinking water, we talked about the hard work all the way. I asked them if they regretted it, and they all said, "Pain and happiness! I have to go if I have the opportunity in the future, and I will go with you. " ?
That night, I didn't fall asleep, not just because of the pain. ?
Go home?
On the morning of July 1 1, we slept until 10. After drinking milk tea, we walked along the renovated highway towards the hot spring we have been longing for. ?
It turns out that the hot springs here are actually between the cracks of several boulders next to the highway subgrade. If Niu Niu and Dongdong were not here last year, it would be really difficult to see them clearly from the outside. Seeing the cracks in the stone from the outside, I found a lot of space when I walked to the front. When we entered the water, a faint smell of sulfur came to our nostrils, and the water temperature was just right. We lay comfortably in the water, discussing the magical origin of this natural hot spring and feeling the gift and wonder of nature. ?
At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the CMB in Hailati finally arrived in our anxious expectation. He greeted us one by one with a full face of apologies and said that he had sent a car full of people and was late. When the bus started, all nine of us looked back at the snow-capped mountain we had climbed in the distance, leaving behind our sweat and blood, as well as our youth and passion.