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One of my favorite parts of the Everest Base Camp trail in Nepal was crossing the long metal bridges that spanned the rivers and valleys along the way. Most of them crossed and re-crossed the Dudh Kosi, some just a few feet over the water and others high above the raging, milky water below. I can still hear the sounds – the creaking cables, the tapping of our hiking poles on the slats, the jingle of yak bells – as the bridges swayed beneath my feet, carrying me ever deeper into the Khumbu.