The frail car bumbled down the road as we made our way from Pokhara to Nayapul, the starting point for our trek to Annapurna Base Camp. I sat tightly squeezed between Dawson and Dhaba, our porter. Our guide Arjun sat in the front. The clear skies revealed massive white peaks that grew taller as we drove toward them. We had planned the whole trip with Arjun, but I had never met Dhaba, a thin wiry man short in stature with a kindly face. We arrived at our destination an hour later and, after a light lunch, began walking. Dhaba carried Dawson's pack for the first day to ensure that Dawson's knee was healed well enough. After that though, both Dawson and I shouldered our own 30-pound packs for the rest of the trek. We both felt it important that we carry our own weight. Dhaba happily carried Arjun's bag and brought our food to us each day with a smile. Despite not having much to carry (some porters carry two heavy bags at a time, a fact that astounds me given the terrain), Dhaba was a good