Can we?!
Even if it was the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, he still had to climb it.
Shen Le sighed and flew to Tibet once again, asking the Special Affairs Bureau to send someone to drive him to the foot of the mountain.
Better to work with familiar people than strangers. The two men seeing him off this time were still the same two who had accompanied him in search of turquoise last time. Standing behind him on either side, they gazed at the beautiful reflection of the snow mountain in the holy lake and the ice-covered peaks in the distance, their faces dark as death.
"Mr. Shen, do we really have to climb this snow mountain?"
Even if they had to climb a snow mountain, couldn't they at least pick a better day?
This snow mountain was indeed a well-established climbing route, and mountaineering teams did train here. The problem was that people either came in May or June, or in September and October—
May and June marked the end of the spring snow season, when temperatures rose, snowfall decreased, and glaciers were relatively stable;
September and October came after the autumn rainy season, with clear weather, lighter winds, and high visibility.
July and August were the rainy season. Of course, it did not rain—and could not rain—at the summit, but heavy snowstorms could strike at any moment, and an avalanche might come crashing down whenever the mountain felt like it;
And it was even less suitable now, with deep snow on the mountain and ferocious winds. The scenery was certainly beautiful—the vast majority of the mountain lay blanketed in snow, its reflection in the holy lake exceptionally lovely;
But if one actually tried climbing it, well, only those who climbed it would understand!
Couldn't he see that even the mountaineering