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April 28 July 1 2012 (65 days)
Last night, the temperature outside was around five degrees. Rain regularly tapped on the felt roof. I admire how the fabric of the tent keeps the rain from seeping through. How does felt actually stay waterproof? With two thick blankets, I didn’t feel cold. The wood stove didn’t burn during the night. Still, I wasn’t eager to get out of bed for breakfast. I washed my face using the small water bucket. Meanwhile, I looked out over the lake. The clouds hung low above the water, and in the distance it seemed to be raining.
With the wind and no shelter, the scene looked somewhat restless. Nevertheless, I decided to take a walk along the lake. After about half an hour, dark clouds began to gather. I quickly made my way to another yurt camp. Just as I was about to ask if I could take shelter, it started to hail. Without me having to ask, I was directed to the large tent. Inside, the family was preparing food. Bread was baking over a wood fire. I was offered a piece of fresh bread. Once the weather cleared, I walked back. The shore of Son Kul Lake was marshy, so I carefully watched where I placed my feet. In the afternoon, the weather didn’t improve. Rain, hail, and wet snow alternated. I retreated to my yurt. I asked the family’s boy to light the wood stove. With a crackling fire, I stayed in the tent. Son Kul Lake is a beautiful location—but not in rainy weather. I regularly fetched extra wood for the stove from the pile. The boys were busy chopping the wood. I wondered where today’s wood had even come from, as there wasn’t a single tree in sight anywhere nearby. Dinner was again in the central tent. Unfortunately, the stove wasn’t lit there. It was uncomfortably cold. I quickly ate my meal and returned to my own yurt. I climbed into bed before eight o’clock. The boy came by to stoke the little stove. It was pleasantly warm as I fell asleep. During the night, I couldn’t avoid a bathroom stop. When I stepped out of the yurt, I saw a bright moon and a beautiful starry sky. The Milky Way was clearly visible. The grass beneath my feet crunched—it was freezing!