There was no hint of shade. The high-noon sun mercilessly reflected off piles of glittering micaceous sand, eroded from the surrounding mountains. My pack was growing heavier by the moment and I felt my feet swelling inside my hiking boots, pressing corns against the rough leather. I winced with each step and tried to focus on where I stepped so as not to twist an ankle on the loose rocks that littered the trail.
I have come to do Nepal’s famous Jomsom Trek – and to prove something. After injuring my knee in Mexico in 2010 my body started giving me fits. My left hip, knee and lower back ached constantly and I had to cancel my plans to do Nepal’s famous Poon Hill trek and the Annapurna Circuit later that same year. Though I fought it with every fiber of my being, gradually I accepted that my trekking days were over.
Earlier this year I had to return to the U.S. for three and a half months. It almost killed me. With no access to the affordable organic, fresh, seasonal food that is abundant overseas, I began eating unhealthily and gained 15 pounds. My Yoga and meditation practice faltered and I felt unhappy and stuck. Finally, I concluded the business that was keeping me Stateside and rejoiced. I was free again to hit the road. I headed for Pokhara, Nepal to pursue my Yoga, meditation, and Buddhism practices with renewed vigor. Within a month I dropped all the weight I had gained and my knee and hip were behaving nicely. I began to wonder if perhaps my trekking days were not done.
The Jomsom Trek has always been the last leg of the 14-17 day Annapurna Circuit, a trek through the magnificent Annapurna Himalaya Mountains that was until recently only accessible on foot. Since I had previously had to forego this trek I was delighted to learn that roads had been put through to the various high mountain towns in the area. I booked a flight to Jomsom and planned a route that would let me choose between buses, jeeps, and trekking.
On the day I arrived I seriously considered doing the two hour trek from Jomsom to Kagbeni, but by the time I had walked 20 minutes from the airport to the jeep stand in Old Jomsom, my shoulders were aching. I gratefully hefted my pack, loaded with camera, three lenses, tripod, laptop and other ancillary equipment, into a waiting 4-wheel drive jeep. Once I was in Kagbeni I dumped the large backpack, broke out my daypack, and spent the next two days hiking nearby trails, adjusting to the high altitude and the incessant winds that scream through the valley every afternoon.
After a couple of days of acclimatization I took a side trip to Muktinath, site of an ancient temple that is one of holiest in the world to both Hindus and Buddhists. Worried about the 14,000 foot elevation, I opted for the jeep again, since I am prone to altitude sickness. Still, I had to climb the steps to the mountaintop temple and come back down. Again, no ill effects. I felt my confidence growing.
Back in Jomsom I hopped aboard a rattletrap bus to Marpha, apple growing capital of Nepal. I had heard it was a mostly flat 1.5 hour walk between the two villages but wasn’t quite ready to make the attempt with fully loaded pack. I pulled aside my window curtain in order to see the passing landscape but everyone else seemed content to leave their curtains drawn. We stopped briefly in front of a tea shop where a sun-faded sign announced we were in the village of Syang; beyond that lay mile after mile of uninhabited, arid landscape. The bus jounced along a rough bouldered track, at one point crossing a raging river in the middle of a waterfall. Suddenly, through the front windshield of the bus I glimpsed a sign: “Next village Tukche.” I yelled at the conductor; Tukche was 30 minutes further down the mountain from Marpha. The bus ground to a halt, spit me out, and I trudged back up the hill. If I wasn’t willing test my abilities, it seemed the universe was going to arrange it for me.
After three lovely, relaxing days in Marpha, I was finally ready to trek rather than take the bus back to Jomsom. Just outside of town I tackled my first obstacle: the waterfall that the bus had breezed through. Rather than jump from boulder to boulder I spied a rough-hewn wooden footbridge in the distance, so I took a shortcut through a farmer’s field and crossed using three huge wooden beams that had been wired together over the stream. The dirt track meandered for miles through a vast, barren landscape where the muddy waters of the Kali Gandaki River were virtually indistinguishable from the monotone earth. Winds roared down from the mountains with a strength that nearly blew me over each time I crested a hill.
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Finally, the village of Syang came into view and I diverted onto a smaller path leading down into the town, grateful for shelter provided by old stone houses with multi-color wooden doors. As I left Syang behind, the wind blew grit into my eyes and the straps of my backpack dug deeper into my aching shoulders. I crested a low hill, desperate to see Jomsom, but before me lay more rock-strewn valley, carved by rivulets of gushing water, beyond which the trail ascended steeply. At the top of the long rise I stopped to catch my breath, wondering how much further I had to go. What was supposed to be a 1.5 hour trek had already taken two hours. Groaning, I readjusted my pack and trudged around a sweeping curve, where a deep valley opened up before me. On a distant ridge was a beautiful sight: Jomsom.
Slowly, concentrating on every step, I headed down. The glaring sun and choking dust kicked up by the wind were taking their toll and I wondered if I could make it the rest of the way. Down in the valley I looked up when a bus rattled past me and almost shed tears when I saw a tea shop just steps away. An hour later, having downed two cups of honey lemon ginger tea and rested my weary back and feet, I was good as new. It was still one last uphill push to Jomsom but I knew I could make it. Two and a half hours was not a long trek, but it was a start. Perhaps my trekking days are not over after all.
10 thoughts on “Never Too Old to Trek”
Yours was a brave move, good for you. I have travelled alone most of my adult life and so often think about selling it all and hitting the road indefinitely. Do you periodically reach a point where you would like somewhere familiar to return to or do you get past that and eventually enjoy the uncertainty of travelling? I am curious. Anyway, I am inspired when I read about people – particularly mature females – leading a nomadic existence. I think you are brave and inspirational.
Thanks for a fabulous informative website.
Hi Melissa: Thanks so much for your comment. Yes, I do sometimes get tired, but when I do I just plunk down in one place for a while until the travel bug bites again (which usually is only a few days). However, after all these years on the road. I’ve finally decided I needed a home base again, so I’m about to get my Retirement Visa in Thailand. I’ll still be traveling at least 6 months a year, but it will be nice to have a home base again.
Glad that you got your trekking mojo back again! Looks like an amazing region.
Go for it Anita! The Camino de Santiago is high on my list but just don’t know if I can do 475 miles. My friend Sherry Ott at OttsWorld.com just did it and used a company that transported her bag every day and delivered it to the guest house where she was staying every night. That’s the way to go!
I’m going to be following in your foot steps. I have planned this journey for November 2012 – having dreamt of it since the past 35 yrs. I can’t climb steps, walk badly, have a bad back, but like you am determined. Thank you for your encouragement.
Hello Uunnie: I feel your determination through your words. Don’t give up – you can hire a porter to carry your stuff if ned be and just concentrate on walking. The treks between Jomsom and Kagbeni, and Jomsom and Marpha are mostly flat and a good choice. Let us know how it goes for you!
So beautiful are the photos and it is an amazing and blessed journey you are on. Thanks for sharing with us all…
You are very welcome Jamie – thanks for reading along with me.
What a positive outcome – I’m sure you were thrilled! The weather is often the determining factor in my ability to complete a hike. Not surprising, of course, but in Europe it’s often heavy rain rather than wind or oppressive heat that scuppers my plans! Stunning scenery – love pouring over lots of photographs 🙂
So glad you enjoyed it Karen!