Her’s was the last tent in the windblown nomadic community of Ala Dhotok (Stone Roof), before we headed up the snow pass of Nup Gong La. It was another morning of cold along a portion of the Tea Horse Road and our team was already ’tea’d’ up from other hosts. We were headed on a slow upwards single file line along stone. She was a vision of visceral power and casually ordered our bedraggled team of four into her yak wool tent for what would be our last churned butter tea for days. Butter was a luxury for guests and she reminded us that it was her duty to ensure we left her community fortified and fed. She remains in my minds one of a handful of Goddesses that I’ve encountered in my days of mountains.