Bit of help (?) as we went about our morning routine.
Gentle climbing to start, as the scenery continued to remind of the Scottish Highlands.
Heading to our highest elevation of the trip was unexpectedly easy going.
The general flatness was even more so at the top.
Not a dramatic pass.
Rare group photo; guess 2727 m was worth marking.
A long gradual descent, over forty kilometres at less than a percent, was noteworthy for all the animals we saw on some lush grazing land.
So many horses. Not fast enough to get photos of the marmots that we started to see – they ran straight for their burrows on our approach.
A spot of volleyball practice outside a ger camp.
Lunch as the grass started to get a bit more sparse.
And rocks appeared.
Joining another valley, we turned south-east and climbed a little,
crossed a river,
and followed the powerlines to the crest.
By now we were starting to get the idea that we approaching the corrugated section that our German acquaintance had despaired over when we met him in Khangai.
At least we were going downhill, and slightly more steeply than earlier in the day.
Thirty kilometres of bumping all over the place lay ahead of us. There were many vehicle tracks to choose from, which provided a challenge in trying to find the smoothest one. Which one that was was constantly changing.
Not needing to resupply at the town of Zag, and tiring of the route, we detoured slightly up-valley to find a good campsite.
We found a great one near the river, arriving with our senses of humour just intact after the corrugations.
More animals and herding to watch.
An excellent spot for the night.