Unlike horses for the most part, yaks are good for riding and eating. Especially if you get a full-blooded yak (not crossed with a cow). Their meat is less marbleized than beef because yaks carry their fat on the outside of the carcass which gives you an even leaner cut than grass-fed beef. Basically, sweeter than beef, juicier than buffalo and elk, and never gamey.
Although, at 15,800 feet trekking on a yak in Tibet through the Kalash mountain range is like riding in a bounce house under water. But with better views.
When we arrived at base camp all the monks were on their cellphones. I’m not sure that’s what the Buddha meant when he said that if you ask the universe for what what you really need it will listen. I asked for an experience and got yak curry and rice served by a wise old Tibetan woman. As is the custom, I gave her flowers when the meal was over and she said to me: a bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives you roses.