Why can't we just ride on. Now after we got used to it, to the dayly routine, the horses, each other, the adrenaline, the joy, the struggle, the fatigue, the beautiful mountains, the unspeakable language, the vegetable and patato reach diet, the sparkling wine, the welcoming smile of the hostesses, the thumbs up and sparkling eyes of The elder men hearing about our adventure.
Why does it have to end?
But it does end tomorrow. We have covered close to 800 km from one end of Georgia to the other, staying as close as possible to the highest peaks of the Caucasian range. Omitting only the occupied territory. Sometimes only 3 km away from the Russian border, above 3200 m and assending more than 26000 m in total. Two reasons, we finish our ride here, one the trail we wanted to take, is not possible for horses. And if Georgiens tell us that, we listen, cause we know what it looks like when they say it's difficult but doable. The second reason, we had snow today on 2940 m and it is forcast that it is continuing to snow and rain the next 4 days. Alternative would be to continue on blacktop going further west and south, but that is no fun and the horses deserve better, than that. So tomorrow after breakfast we will get a truck load up the horses, get ourself a taxi and say good bye. Our deepest respect and admiration for the three Tuchetien horses. They did an incredible job. And thanks to Lasha our guyde and translator, who is one of the best guides we ever met.
The weather was dry this morning so we took one last mountain pass under our hoofs assending to 2940 m, passing by a couple lakes, where we had lunch. At 2 we had reached the summit, the horses carrying us up to 2750 m, after that we hung on their tales. 3 hours of walking down hill till we hit the village we were to brake camp. The mountains were just magnificent with their dust of snow. We staked the horses on a community pasture and found a guesthouse that served us dinner. Right now it's raining again and it's time to call it quits. Happy trails to all.