Little camp site

Down the Susamyr Valley, was a display of beauty, no tourists insight (since few days already), just the usual broken road and few small rivers to cross. Shepherds, animals, yurts, white cottons in the sky. All, except what above, was flowing on the green carpet of life, munching, running, traveling, day dreaming.

The day went by pretty easily, the road was not difficult slightly downhill, slightly bumpy.

The closer I was to river the more I wanted to stop to take a bath, and in the half of the day around 4pm I’ve found a small valley and decided to put down the tent. The perfect spot, with dry branches available for night fire, and a small torrent to wash my self and get water for cooking.

The silence was absolute, do I had a question popping in my mind: Why nobody pinched a yurt in such a perfect spot?

Question still unresolved.

The sky at night, was breathtaking.
Really a shame that I did not setup the camera to take few shots at the Milky Way.