By this point, after enough rain and sweat, all of our clothes smelled a bit (and/or had stains.) Our gracious tea house family not only treated us to complementary showers, but directed us to their washing station, where I washed, and then Patrick, momentarily regaining some energy, roused himself to scrub his clothes.
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I’m not entirely sure how to categorize The Snow Leopard. Travel diary? Nature writing? Guide to a Zen life? It’s a combination of those and more. 638 more words