Negotiating Baghaluk Pass would be a lot easier if we had donkeys.

Today I visited the village of Baghaluk, a very poor village of some 500 people which is nestled in a mountain valley that is isolated for six months of the year – deep snows shut the steep narrow rocky pass for four months and high rivers from the melting snows prevent vehicular access for another two.  I had been to Baghaluk twice before, but it was summer then and today was the first time I was able to reach the village since winter.