8:30 am, 10 out of the 41 trekkers in Sk-23 leave Camp 5, Clement, Micheal, Jerry, Waddod, Sandeep, Vinay, Nillma, Varsha,Blake and I are those 10 daring souls. The rest of our group would be staying on the trek for another 2 days, for us the entire trek had been too slow, 2 more days wasn't in the cards for us, so we set out to claim our own destinies, on the unknown and unsupervised road of life.Anyone whose hiked Sabranais, Shasta or any other steeply descending mass of earth and stone knows the damage ones legscan take while short stepping on the way down, but this descentwas on a whole other level of sickness. Our goal was to make it from camp 5 to the bottom in roughly 4-5 hours, we based this calculationon our guides testimony as to his ability to make it in 2 hours or less.We neglected however to factor in his natively honed skill, generational aptitude, and our own skill level into the equation.As always Blake and I were ahead and out of sight of the group 90% of the time, during which period we were descending at our usual reckless and dangerous pace. While hiking through the tree groves and hillside pathways it seemed as though we were running for our lives or something direly important to us both, to anyone looking at us from a distance it must have almost seemed as if we were half running and half falling down the mountain.Sometimes the paths were too numerous and not obvious enough for us to continue on our own, so we would sit and wait, taking in the sights, sounds and smells of the area until the group caught up to us,then quickly disappear again into the trees once the guide showed us the way. This went on for a good 4 hours until finally an hour from the bottom I twisted my ankle for the 3rd time, which turned out to be to much for me to handle and so I fell behind.Blake and the guide hadn't noticed my falling behind and I was happy to let them continue at their relentless pace. It didnt matter muchthough, camp 6 was moments away, and we would be resting there a good hour once everyone had caught up. Camp 6 was literally a 2 story wood and stone house straight from the Germany alps, I was very surprised to see it and a little disappointed that such a nice accomadation hadnt been waiting for us at any other point during the trek, one way or the other though I think we were all glad to be getting off the mountain.When we left camp 6 it was Blake the guide and me leading the way, a few minutes later a few dogs, seemingly bored and in need of company, joined us in our journey, just as another dog had done on our way up the mountain days before. I couldn't tell if they were leading us or just going with the flow, and really I didn't care. This went on for 10 minutes at least, until we came to some houses, our guide stopped and told us that it was his home. He invited us in and sat us down in a well furnished living room with two glasses of water soon after that. When he left the room both Blake and I took one look at the water then a long and unsure look at each other. I twitched my nose a bit and drank the whole glass, Blake followed. One by one everyone came in got their water and repeated Blake and I's process, a coincidence that we found very entertaining. The real suprise was when we were all gathered and he came out with cocolate cookies biscuits and chai, all of which was deliciously good, especially the Cookies ^^ We thanked him and his mother for the treats and set out once again, this time in the rain.After one final descent we finally reached the bottom of the mountain, the path we took brought us out right next to a snack shop and the bus stop, how utterly convenient. Blake was finally able to get the coke he was babbling on and on about the entire trek and I was able to rest myself down. It wasnt long after our arrival that the rest of the outcasts joined us. It was a nice period of reflection and ingestion of all those little things denied us a top the mountain. We bought chips and drinks and shared all around, it was a beautiful moment really, one I'll think about at random intervals for the rest of my life probably.