Well, I promised a report of the bridges, and a report I shall give.

What a silly girl I was to be nervous on my first crossing.  Looking back, it was just a short little thing over a tiny stream.

At the time, it felt like I was high in the sky, crossing a raging river.  And I was shaking while I involuntarily reached for the rail at each step… and I think I was also involuntarily whimpering out the words “yikes” or “oh my goodness” repeatedly.

Hee hee!  How ridiculous.  But how wonderful that my first day of bridge crossing on the trek gave me a couple of practice runs for the real thing.

Because the real bridges most certainly made their appearance the next day.  Our guide told us we would cross the Dudh Kosi five times that day as we trekked to Namche.  It means milky river, named for its beautiful glacier fed creamy color.

I lost track of the number of suspension bridges we traversed that day.  We were crossing streams all along the way.  (These streams are huge.  If one of them ever flowed through New Mexico, songs would be written about it for decades!)

So I’m delighted to report that crossings grew easier and easier, and I was able to walk happily across, not feeling the urge to hang on for dear life, and without whining.  But for some strange reason, I always had the realization when stepping back onto the firm earth on the other side that my heart was pounding.  I believe it was just trying to keep pace with the thundering water hundreds of feet below.

By the end of the trek, I was thrilled with high bridges.  The alternative meant hiking all the way down to the river, then all the way back up the other side of the river valley… both daunting tasks.


4 Responses to “Bridges”

  1. lawaanda calton says:


  2. Sharon Davis says:

    I’m with Lawanda, Yikes!

  3. Robin Green says:

    Good point, Sandy! When the choice is walking, climbing, clawing your way down and back up again……. the suspension bridge seems incredibly wonderful.

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