“There they are—my gateway to riches!” Dendup jumps off his horse and slings the lead around the nearest tree. Throwing his hands in the air, he’s off to the lake and her smooth, silken shore.
We’ve made it to Nam Tso and the holy lake is everything my grandmother told me it would be. Set between the towering peaks of the sacred Nyenchen Tanglha mountains and the bountiful grasslands of the Changtang, she’s an alluring gem, a mesmerizing jewel, drawing me in with her miraculous shade of deep, rich turquoise.
In all her splendor, it’s not the mysterious blue hue that entices Dendup to speed off like a madman to her shoreline, though. It’s the two massive standing stones beside the water—the famed Yilbin stone measuring many men high—that have captured his imagination.
“Dendup’s quick
