贰The Valley

The Valley

The camp stretches along the road to Pudacuo National Park, its back to the hillside, facing the pasture. What it offers is mostly what the valley already had.

The camp in summer
The deck and the valley

View

Two hundred and seventy degrees

From the terrace: ridgeline to the left, ridgeline to the right, pasture and far mountains straight ahead. No need to find the angle — sit down and it is all there.

Snowy woods and tent houses

Snow

The valley in winter

After November snow often falls overnight. Open the door in the morning and the cabins, fences and woods have all turned white; the only sound is your footsteps.

The camp at night

Night

The whole sky

There is no city light here. Around the new moon the Milky Way crosses right over the tent roofs. It is cold — worth a blanket and a step outside.

Wildflower meadow

Pasture

Horses, yaks and wildflowers

Dala pasture begins at the camp fence. In summer the meadow is full of flowers and horses and yaks wander through. A village family can take you out riding.

The timber dining room

Dining

A mountain hotpot

A timber dining room hung with prayer-flag coloured curtains. Dinner is hotpot — Tibetan pig, yak, free-range chicken or black goat; breakfast is Chinese or Western, à la carte.

Seasons

Spring

April — May

Rhododendrons along the slopes, the meadow just turning green, the wind still cold.

Summer

June — August

The rainy season: greenest grass, most flowers, wild mushrooms in the woods. Afternoon rain, then rainbows.

Autumn

September — October

The bluest skies; barley turns gold and the forest changes colour layer by layer. The clearest stars of the year.

Winter

November — March

Snow falls and the valley goes very quiet. Hotpot by the fire, a heated bed waiting.

At the camp