It's worth it. It's worth it.

Reposted from Earthstorm Expedition Truck ES-3000 Owner - Jen in the Pulp

At this moment, the Bao Khutu Hot Spring is quietly steaming at an altitude line of four thousand meters. The milky white vapor rises up, rubbing the snow-capped mountains and streaming clouds together into the clear water. Ping-Pong leaps from the water onto the shore of

Shaking his whole body violently, countless droplets of water burst into golden arcs in the setting sun--This is the forty-one thousandth mile it has traveled with me. From PajeroV97To this earth storm before us.ES3000(math.) genus

The co-pilot will always have this breathing cloud sitting on the passenger side.

I remember last year at this time we were still trudging through the moraine ridges below King Ali's Peak. OldV97Letting out a weary gasp on the gravelly slope, I realized at that moment that a new companion was needed, the

Taking us to farther and farther places.

Today this Earthstorm is like a mobile fortress. Reinforced chassis and suspension, solid tires, low-profile front competition bar and winch--All this is not for conquest, but for

It has given us a calm bottom in every rugged moment.

Hot spring water continued to gush from deep within the earth, carrying with it the warmth of the earth. Ping Pong rested his front paws on a rock on the shore, his chin resting between his paws, and his characteristic Samoyed smile looked serene in the vapor.

It's ten years old and the corners of its eyes are gray, but it still leaps like a child whenever it hears the car keys.

The low chirping of the Chai Warmer pulls my thoughts back to the present. Stepping into the car, the butter hotpot from Chengdu is boiling on the induction cooker, and the fine yak meat from Chamdo is as thin as a cicada's wing, its fat lines crystallizing in the light.

It's crystal clear. It's over 20 degrees below zero outside the car, but inside it's warm as spring, and just a singlet will suffice.

The most precious thing about this car is not how treacherous a road it can conquer, but the fact that when the wind and snow block the world, we can still cook a pot of hometown flavors; it's when we meet wild hot springs like this one

We can stop wherever we want, stay the whole night, watch the stars flow, and wait for the Big Dipper to quietly cross the top of the snow-covered mountains.

Ping Pong smelled the aroma, gently sniffed the spicy freshness in the air, and contentedly returned to its exclusive corner--The area behind the passenger side where the wool blanket is laid. It has a water bowl, food bowl, and

The toy rabbit that has been with us since the Pajero days and has lost its ears is there in its proper place.

Snow drifted outside the window at some point, falling silently on the skylight and melting instantly. I dim the lights and watch the spa shimmer in the deep blue night. This car is never cold.

machine, but a companion that can take home on the road. It is loaded not with luggage, but with all our lives--ping-pong toys, ingredients gathered along the way, worn out tires.

And the well-fueled fuel called freedom.

The mist from the hot pot gradually hazed the windows of the car, and the sighs of ping-pong satisfaction came from beside us. From Tibet to Mohe, what we traversed was not only geographical distance, but also the exploration of life's possibilities.

And right now, in this empty valley, in a hot spring surrounded by snow-capped mountains, we have the whole world to ourselves.

After walking 400,000 kilometers, I finally understand: the earth is worth it, but in some unexpected corner, meet a pool of warm spring water, and then realize that all the running around is for the sake of

This moment of fulfillment.