We found refuge inside the ger for a mean game of sheep ankle bones. It's a game played with... ankle bones of sheep.
The National Park had some beautiful views, but unfortunately not any hiking trails that we saw.
This would have been a perfect sampling well for my microbial source tracking project. The cows hang around right next to the drinking water well. I would say this is a high-risk well. It may or may not have been the source of my intestinal difficulties to come.
This is what the traditional Mongolian gers (or yurts) look like. The families move five or ten kilometers away, four times each year. It takes three adults about an hour to disassemble on of these gers and pack it up (usually onto a truck).
It was beautiful in Mongolia... but darn cold!