8th July 2010
The morning comes too soon for many but my jaded band is mounted by 10.15 for the assault on the pass. We ride steadily upwards, stopping for a much needed swim in a river fuelled by snow to clear our heads at lunchtime. Tushig speaks of dangerous ascents on cliff paths, but as we crest the wide flat pass and admire the distant Khuvsgul Lake, it becomes clear that we’re not the only rookies on this recce ride. Jigleg may be distinctly underwhelming but it is a gateway to an exceptional campsite on the lake shore. I set up my tent away from the rest so I could enjoy my own private beach, while Montag worked on a special dinner involving vegetarian soup, home made noodles, lamb and pasta salad with chopped chives.