With Five and I leaving at the end of the year, this was going to have to be the year. Five took point on this one and contacted one agency - a French guy who does longer treks - only to be told that he was booked solid (for which, in retrospect, I thank all that is good in the world). She didn't let this stop her, and imposed upon Wild Ass to help her contact some of the Mongolian agencies who offer dogsledding, and eventually Engrish and I were informed that we were ger camping at UB2 this weekend after a delightful dog sledding experience.
Enkhaa drove us up to Terelj, and we set about finding them. The owner said that it was next to the river, near the bridge at the entrance to the park, but we went there and waited for a while, but didn't see them. Finally we called again, and again, and again, each time getting a little closer to where we were supposed to be. Eventually we saw the teams mushing along, and found our way to the meet-up point.
Back at UB2 Enkhaa and Engrish went for a run while Five and I pretended to take naps but actually talked. I gave up on napping and started sewing, and when Engrish got back she convinced Five to go for a hike. Later on, after a round of their favorite game, Quiddler, they made the best damn shashlik I've ever had, proving that Engrish is a true ger-camp gourmand. We talked into the night, having one of the best catch-ups we've had in a while, and not just because we were discussing the interview I'd gotten up at 5 that morning for. After breakfast we went out for a walk, with Five and I nerding out over our upcoming trip to Japan, especially everything we were going to do in Universal Studios.
It's hard to believe I'll be gone in five months.