Burghangai countryside: Visiting a family winter refuge

This post might be better titled wildflowers, Mongolian skies and animals. My father-in-law grew up in the Burghangai countryside when Mongolia was a majority nomadic nation. Families moved two or more times a year for grazing their animals. Mongolia experiences harsh winters so a more substantial place was needed to make it through winter time with your family and herds alive. My father-in-law, Chagnaa Luvsandorj, wanted to visit his Father and Grandfather's winter quarters. It has no address. There are no road signs in the countryside. He knew where it was based on the hills, rock outcroppings and water sources. 


I got lucky and saw this fellow on our way back and he was taking it easy as he searched for lunch.


Just as in South Carolina or California, beauty was everywhere if you took your time and opened your eyes.


I love the shadow on the plain from the cloud above.












 Below is the winter quarters, it is still being used by someone when winter rolls around.










                                                                   Moogii relaxing








                                            Snack time for Aav, Moogii and Boldbaatar





                                             Winter quarters with corrals and barn




                                                       










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