After they downed breakfast, Frank led the team outside under the deep blue sky that never seemed to quit this time of year. He glanced at his watch. It was a quarter of nine. That would put them in Monjo just after the noon hour. If all went well, they’d make Namche right around 4:30 and be settled in by dinner. He knew the men would fare the two-and-a-half-hour switchback slog up the steep mountainside to Namche well, but Sarah’s ability was doubtful. While she appeared fit, she was a novice, or so she had said when she booked her trek with Daku.
As he went ahead at a leisurely pace, he called Sangye up to him. “Look out for her after we get over the Hillary Bridge, would you?”
Sangye bobbed his head and drifted back down the line behind him. Two hours later, the team came to the tiny
