There has always been something about treks that return the same way they came that irks me. Of course, any day spent hiking is a good one, but days where the trail is one I haven’t been on before are extra special.
I don’t know about you, but a new trail is like a treasure hunt to me. After climbing a ridge for hours, the anticipation of what the view might be like, 600 meters up and one valley over from where I started this morning is crave-worthy. Coming across a grove of bamboo or tucked-away lake that no one expected are the stories you bring home to tell after the dirt and sun cream have all washed away.
Bottom line, the allure of the unknown is one of my absolute favorite pieces to the trekking puzzle, which is why trekking to Everest Base Camp was such a pleasant surprise.




























