Just before my family moved back to the United States from China, we took a trip deep into western Yunnan Province: my husband, Tony, my sons, Aidan and Thorne, and myself, all piled into a white mini-van for five days up and over a series of stunning, snow-capped mountains until we reached the Mekong River. We'd been living in Beijing for close to three years by then and had been planning this trip to Yunnan for months. We wanted to get far away from the capital city and the screaming traffic and the miles of high-rises. We hoped to camp in the valleys and hike over two different mountain passes.
Published on January 24, 2011 04:00