China Gray

Down and In             After hiking up to the peak and enjoying the view from the monastery, we wanted to head back down the mountain part way for the path to our campground. The walk down was quick, and once again we skipped the monasteries off to the side in hope of getting to the campground before sunset.             Back at the trailhead, we could see a long bus in the distance, and we ran. Matt feared it might be the last one down. Walking would take hours. To our luck, someone on the bus noticed the two foreigners running and the bus stopped a dozen meters further down the road. We got on and went to the few remaining seats in the back of the bus, sat down, and the bus headed out. Three minutes later, it stopped.             We didn’t know the cause of it, but a long stretch of cars stretched out beyond our gaze. Down the road, we could see a group of spectators forming, but we couldn’t see what they were forming around. All the signs of disaster up ahead. My head immedia