Monday, October 18, 2004

Last weekend I went with some friends to the Big Almaty Lake up in the mountains while Travis had time with the boys. We drove up the mountain to about 10,000 feet. It's a popular get-away spot, but as with any developing country, the mountain roads are the last to be cared for. The road up was treacherous and snowy, with no guard rails, and I spent most of the ride praying that I would see Travis again. And people follow the same rules of the road up in the mountains as they do in the city. It's no matter that you both meet on a narrow bridge that drops off on either side into icy waters below, you must play chicken in order to beat him to the bridge and across, and naturally he will do the same. Here are some pictures (not of chicken on the bridge unfortunately, just of other stuff).

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