Photos from a mini-trek, three days hiking in the mountains near Akhmeta.
Our second day began before the sun managed to reach the chillier valleys.
One of the chillier streams we crossed in bare feet.
The village where we encountered a toothless but very aggressive sheepdog, and his similarly-toothed owners.
Very steep terrain, just before our second narrow-miss with sheepdogs.
The view from the tree I climbed while we waited for shepherds to call off their dogs
The shepherds invited us to stay at their camp, and as there was little level ground on which to pitch tents, we welcomed their offer. Below is a look up the valley from their site.
These dogs chased us into trees earlier, but were quite friendly once properly introduced.
Starting a fire before sunset, we rested after our hours-long climb up the hills. The slope required a sort of crawl-hike hybrid, so a rest was well deserved.
Making new friends at the camp.
The herd; we think they said they had 900 in all, but I’m slightly skeptical.
Morning arrives. After the coldest night of my life, I was thrilled to see the sun.
The third day begins with a farewell to the shepherds, revolving around coffee, sheep, and firearms.
This is why my ears rang all day.
I shot a gun for the first time in my life. It seemed appropriate.
There were inscriptions on stones nearly everywhere we hiked on the last day.
Rock-piles mark the way to Tusheti, which is about a 4 day hike from the shepherd’s camp.
Hiking back down to the Alazani:
Almost home after a beautiful weekend.