Chapter 8: The Monsoon Arrives
They struck camp next day just after dawn. A beautiful singing sunrise had appeared over the snowy peaks to the east, but clouds were rolling up from the south and Jones examined them carefully, biting her lip.
She splashed cold water from the stream over her face and blinked it out of her lashes, drying her cheeks on her shirt sleeve as she spoke. “I am worried about the rains,” she told Edie. “We’ve been unusually lucky so far and the nearer we get to Leh, where it’s dryer, the less worried I am. But those clouds look like the monsoon is coming and I’d like to get up and down back to the main camp if the rains are going to catch up with us,” she said. There was a little pause and she added, cautiously, “I may have miscalculated the weather.”
Edie nodded.
