Trekking with a Ladakhi guide, a donkey man, myself and six donkeys. A small meadow to camp in, just before crossing the first of many high passes in a month traversing Zanskar. An approaching storm, pierced by late afternoon light, closely followed by hail. The river, swollen by glacial meltwater at the end of the day. Feeling elated to be back in the mountains of the himalaya.