Finally, the alpine exposure we were looking for. Warm winds… rushing water… melting ice… dry tooling… the complete package.
Until next year, Ouray. May your snowfall be deep, your ice be burly, your sheep be bighorned, and your hospitality be warm–as always. Thanks to our amazing guides!
posted: February 3, 2018
3 thoughts on “Ouray 2018: Day 3”
Dear Pottinger team I useed your photo of Pangboche Lama Gheshy to share on Facebook ! Condolence post he has passed away ! Hope you guys don’t mind if I use that your photo of Lama Geshy my Facebook address sherpapt2004@hotmail.com
Dear Pasang,
I am so sorry to hear of his passing. This is the first I have heard this sad news. I appreciate you letting me know. Of course, perfectly fine to use that photo! He was a kind and wise man, and a true spiritual leader for so many.
Paul, what a surprise to find you climbing the top of the world, as I was searching on the web. You and I discovered fencing when you were 11. What a handsome young man you are – and with a family. I have thought of you so many times over the years. You and Katie. I loved you and you and Katie are still dear in my memories.
I am sure I am not supposed to be writing here – but it might reach you. Anna
Dear Pottinger team I useed your photo of Pangboche Lama Gheshy to share on Facebook ! Condolence post he has passed away ! Hope you guys don’t mind if I use that your photo of Lama Geshy my Facebook address sherpapt2004@hotmail.com
Thank you
Regards Pasang
Dear Pasang,
I am so sorry to hear of his passing. This is the first I have heard this sad news. I appreciate you letting me know. Of course, perfectly fine to use that photo! He was a kind and wise man, and a true spiritual leader for so many.
Paul, what a surprise to find you climbing the top of the world, as I was searching on the web. You and I discovered fencing when you were 11. What a handsome young man you are – and with a family. I have thought of you so many times over the years. You and Katie. I loved you and you and Katie are still dear in my memories.
I am sure I am not supposed to be writing here – but it might reach you. Anna
Anna