This stretch of the hike was one of the most beautiful. From the first steps out of Dingboche, the mountains surrounded our trail. As we moved north, more appeared and appeared with their white peaks poking the azure sky.
After lunch we climbed up to the memorial site for hikers who died on Everest’s stormy slopes. Somberly, we walked and looked for names we recognized from books and stories before setting forth.
On the final section of the trail, we spotted our first ice field. Creeping down from the mountain valley below, the grey, white and blue glacier solidified just how close we were to reaching Everest.