A huge herd of sheep, before we approach the pass
The trek was centered around the crossing of the Pass - this was the finale to which the events of the past week had built up. But we were greeted by a frigid, cloudy and dismal dawn.
The trial (now invisible under the snow) started to the left of the meadow, with a long, slow climb up the ridge. By the time we completed the climb, it was white haze all around, with wispy snowfall. As we prepared to move ahead towards the completely invisible Rupin pass, suddenly, this happy herd came from behind, and despite my despondence about a lifetime's opportunity lost to weather, I broke into a smile. This was almost a biblical scene.
I took off the poncho, got the rucksack down my back, fished out the camera-bag, pulled the camera out, swiped off the condensation and captured what proved to be a satisfying image later on.