EBC Day 15: Falling for One Last Waterfall....

After getting distracted while trying to take a photo of this waterfall, I managed to lose my footing.

I felt like an idiot for slipping in the mud, but jumped right back up. Teresa and Carlin were concerned and asked if I wanted to rest, but I turned them down as I figured that just in case I actually was injured it would be best to let the adrenaline carry me along; it turned out that I just had two small cuts and a bruise on my right hand and a cut behind my right knee. Frankly, it was pretty incredible that I only slipped once time during the 14 days of hiking as I am quite a klutz.

Ishor prematurely announced that our helicopter had left Kathmandu. We thought it would be landing just minutes behind us, but that’s not quite how it worked out. Shortly before the last stretch of trail, we saw a calf in the doorway of a house. As we paused to grab a photo, our porters walked out of the door. We never did find out if that calf was one of their family pets, but it’s a sweet idea.