One afternoon, we decided to take the back road up to Jakhu, where the private cars and government taxis go to take people who don’t want to make the chest-heaving trek up the hill. We ended up finding a foot path that wound through the grass at the top of the hill. It reminded me of hiking at home, although, embarrassingly, it was a difficult hike for me. I got out of breath easily and had to take numerous breaks – which I’m hoping was simply due to my chest cold and the altitude.
It was definitely a very pretty hike. The hill is covered in small purple flowers, which burst open recently after the rains were over. The air smelled fresh and green. And, occasionally, we spotted a dog, monkey, or bird from where we stood on the path.
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Happy belated birthday, Jake! Hope the next quarter century of life treats you well.
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