After our first night sleeping in a yurt we awoke refreshed, to the sounds of animals, a gentle breeze, and the smell of breakfast!
Ahhh, sleeping in the mountains, there is nothing like it!
We got ourselves repacked and ate a hearty meal and were off for another day of beautiful pictures, a bit of wind, some steep peaks, and a sore backside.
This is an hour or so into our trek for the day.
Off in the distance we saw lots of yurts and animals during the day. It's amazing how many people move out of the cities and into the mountains for the summer.
This was probably our steepest peak of the day. I felt so bad for our horses, but they persevered and steadily plodded their way to the top.
...even when it got really rocky and I was thinking, ouch!
This was our view at the top looking in one direction.
And this was our view in the other direction.
The lake! It's Song Kul Lake!
Taking a break on the top of the ridge.
The last hour, down to the lake for our lunch break, was super hard. Going down hill...lots of bouncing, my knees and back were sore and I just wanted to get off the horse.
We finally arrived and here you can see our horses taking a break in view of the lake.
Our lunch stop! More great food, sweet people, and hospitality like you wouldn't believe!
Then, we rode another 2 hours around the lake and got to our stopping point for the evening.
We unloaded our animals and set up our stuff for the night. The kids took a walk along the lake before dinner.
This was our camp as you are looking back from the lake.
And, then I turned around and took a picture of the lake.
Sissi, doing what she does best...pick flowers!
Love this combination.
And all the kids collected more rocks as well.
Gwangi, skipping rocks on the lake.
Collecting more rocks and throwing others as far out as they can.
There were other guests staying around our yurt and they bought a goat and asked the men to play one of the traditional Kyrgyz games. You can see that the third man from the left in the picture is carrying a dead and decapitated goat and the men then race around trying to steal the goat from each other.
One of our guides, Azis, trying out our friend's saddle that she brought with her from the US.
So, at this point, you are wondering about my title for this blog post...I haven't mentioned the night or smoke a single time...
Well, that night, we went to bed with another story from Azis, this time he began a multiple part story about the legendary figure, Manas. As we settled in for the night, in our new yurt, one of the hosts started a fire in the metal stove in the yurt so that we wouldn't be cold during our sleep. We were told that in an hour or so, someone would come in with coals to stoke the fire so that it would last for the rest of the evening. We started dozing off and I kind of remember a lady coming in, it was dark, and adding the coals and leaving.
A few hours later, after midnight, I wake up to Indy and our friend talking and I realize we are surrounded by smoke and we can hardly see or breathe. When they brought the new coals in, they didn't seal the lid of the stove properly and the so it was leaking smoke...in a completely enclosed yurt, with no fresh air, and 9 people sleeping! We are so thankful that the Lord woke up our husbands and they were able to use their flashlights and fix the stove. We then slept with a shoe propping open the door of the yurt so that we could get fresh air in the yurt and breathe, though it got a bit cold after that.
His mercies are new, every morning! Great is His faithfulness!