EXPLORING OUTER MONGOLIA
The first time I went to Mongolia was in 1963. I was 19 and by myself. It was a colony of the Soviet Union back then. No arat (Mongol nomad) living in a ger (conical tent like those above) had ever heard of America much less met somebody from there, so I was a real novelty.
I was a novelty again when I got back home. Just about the most obscure course in the UCLA history department was on Mongolian history. There were about a half-dozen students, and when the professor asked us each why we were in the course, I answered, “Because I’ve just been there,” he couldn’t believe it.
All those 35mm slides from back then are in one of the many boxes containing my pictures of yore. By 2005, however, when I ran an expedition of some 2,500 miles criss-crossing the country north to south, east to west, there were digital cameras so I can share a few pics with you. It took a while for Mongolia has no roads, just 4WD tracks.














