We awoke to a beautiful cloudless day on one tree plain. Although we had about 40km to cover, at least we (and more importantly the horses) knew we were going ‘home’ or rather to horseman one’s ger.
On the final stretch home even Ginger, who was usually a bit lazy, was flying along.
One final river crossing and we were back at the ger in time for milky, salty tea and dried curd.
My friend teaching the children how to take photographs with her camera.
A late afternoon stroll to the next river and some neighboring gers.