This being Mongolia, the summer weather didn’t stay long, and we woke up COLD our second morning at the ger camp. Overnight temperatures had dropped down almost to 6C/43F with clouds and a strong wind. We’d hoped to go riding, but the horses for camp guests to ride had been moved, along with their racing brethren and sistren, to richer grazing areas where they can gain weight after the winter. Disappointing for us, but we also hadn’t brought warm jackets for that wind, even though it warmed up a bit as the day went on.
Instead, we took our urban selves down from the camp to the neighboring farm, where we saw foals and mares:
Sheep that we stayed away from because the herder had just — what’s the word here, wrangled? anyway — gotten on a horse and ridden around the flock to bring them closer together:
A very friendly donkey, who almost came home with me:
And camels, because, of course — it’s Mongolia:
Here’s the inside of our very comfortable ger:
Gers are heated by these stoves, which make the interior very warm when the fire is going, but less warm — a lot less warm — when the fire goes out in the middle of the night.
Sunset (around 8:30) at beautiful Mongolian Secret History Ger Camp: