After snow storm near Dingboche, Nepal.

On this day we had to move from Dingboche to Gorakshep, we left later, when the sun was already warming up properly, because it was very cold. We rave ourselves languidly, quietly freezing, and then ..! We saw them! This friendly company yak kubarem (in the literal sense of this word) slipped from somewhere above, raising a snowy blizzard. I was even frightened that they went mad or got mad. "

As lightning speed, galloping, they galloped past us (I even have a picture of a flying yak, then lay out), catching up with each other and screaming, and then, lining up nicely in a row, jumped off somewhere in the direction of Dingboche.
P.S. And it was very cool, because there was not a soul around, there were not even tracks on the snow.