lo lite

Seventeen years ago, a group of seven women became one of the first groups of trekkers to visit Mustang, or the Kingdom of Lo, on the border of Nepal and Tibet. We walked up hills and forded rivers on ponyback and slept in tents and found salagrams and prayed in temples and drank chang and for some—me for one—the experience was life changing. After all these years the seven sisters are still (almost all) in communication. There have been weddings and breakups, illnesses and adoptions, career changes and many, many more travels. Five of us got together over the weekend. We meant to meet for a couple of hours, but six hours later we were still yakking. I don't mean eating yak meat, though we've done that, too.