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No taller than my thigh, the boy with coal-dark eyes swings himself easily onto my white horse. Feet dangling high above the stirrups, he gallops along the shore of a frozen lake, turns, rears and dismounts with a grace that brings to mind his distant ancestors—the Mongol warriors who swept across Asia.

Dang. The only thing that came to mind when I rode was the pressing need for more padding under my duff. But I was happy to be among the few Westerners who have had a taste of Mongolia, the rocky, remote north-central Asian country with few fences and fewer roads—the realm of Genghis Khan and a political tug toy of China and Russia until well into the 20th century. Since the Alaska-size former Soviet satellite gained independence in 1990, it has opened to travelers seeking adventure in breathtakingly pristine country. A dearth of such conveniences as electricity and phones makes Mongolia a challenge, but that's part of the attraction. A growing number of outfitters supply amenities that range from adequate to near opulent for adventures like hiking and fly-fishing in the Altai Mountains, traversing the moonscape of the Gobi Desert by Range Rover and exploring the Flaming Cliffs, one of the world's premier dinosaur-fossil sites, in the company of a paleontologist.

"It's on people's lists," says Simon Moyle, founder of 4th World Adventure, a tour operator based in London. He started the company after falling in love with Mongolia on an independent bike tour. "It's not like Kenya, where people have been there and done that. It's still so distant—not even on this planet. Once you've been to Mongolia, you feel like you've achieved something."

Case in point: four of us have chartered a driver and guide to take us cross-country from the capital, Ulan Bator, to the northwestern Lake Hovsgol in a Swiss Alpine-like region of reindeer herders near the Russian border. Though the trip is scheduled for two days, it takes four to grind over dried-out riverbeds and slog through mud bogs between hills that roll like waves and crest into craggy rock. The land is so empty at times that a mere stand of trees is welcome relief.

The occasional gravel road proves bumpier than the hundreds of dirt paths snaking across the grassy valleys. No road signs and few inhabitants outside the capital mean reliance on other markers. "It's best to follow the telephone lines," our driver says. "They always go someplace"—in our case, straight into a big gold mine where giant earth-digging machines belch fumes and wildcatters pan in acrid ditches. (Mining is Mongolia's most valuable industry, though most Mongolians work in agriculture. Pollution is a problem around Ulan Bator, especially from the burning of soft coal in power plants.)

"You can't take anything for granted," says Albert Miniaci, 55, a vending-machine entrepreneur from Florida who is so smitten by Mongolia's exotic charms that he has taken seven trips to the country since 1996 with Nomadic Expeditions, an outfitter based in New Jersey. Miniaci has faced flash floods, watched craggy roads flip trucks like so many toys and once waited for three days in a remote desert settlement because a fuel shortage kept helicopters grounded in the capital. Dinosaur digs were his original lure to Mongolia, but now he gives significant time and money to support adult and child education, and to aid orphans, in what is still an impoverished country.

Back on the trail, we make a detour to ponder some mysterious ruins, perhaps an ancient monastery. Better known architectural gems include the remote Amarbayasgalant, a 275-year-old monastery north of Ulan Bator, and the 16th century Erdene Zuu Khiid, the oldest temple built in Genghis Khan's capital of Karakorum. We get lost, of course, then are rescued by a family that invites us into their ger—the traditional round Mongolian tent known to many as a yurt—for some homemade sourdough bread and yogurt. The family tolerates our photo requests, and we offer what we have—some German chocolate. Mongolians outside towns simply don't turn away strangers seeking food or shelter. This kind of hospitality is necessary in a land of vast unsettled spaces and brutally cold winters.

Increasingly, high-end tour operators are finding ways to smooth some of the Mongolia experience's rough edges. 4th World has built modernist wooden lodges at Lake Hovsgol, where guests spending about $100 a day can hike and mountain bike and then unwind with some imported wine, barbecued local mutton and a dip in a hot tub powered by a wood fire. Nomadic Expeditions has built a lodge in the Gobi Desert. And while there's really no way to catch the feel of Mongolia's big sky other than by driving for days beneath it, Nomadic Expeditions offers a flat-tire-proof alternative for reaching remote rafting and fishing sites: Russian-built helicopters. In the mountain rivers and streams, anglers stalk the ferocious taimen, a Siberian relative of the salmon that can grow to about 5 ft. long and weigh more than 100 lbs.

Even without a copter, we eventually reach our destination and unwind with a lakeside game of basketball on a packed-dirt court. The Mongols got game—one even wears a Michael Jordan T shirt. Tomorrow we'll explore the shoreline and meet a shaman. (Buddhism dominates in Mongolia, but Shamanism thrives as well.) For tonight, we're happy inside our tent with our wood stove crackling and with thoughts of the Asian steppe rolling out before us.

• Shai Oster Lake Hovsgol
• Adventurous travelers are discovering Mongolia's fearsome beauty¡Xby camel, horse and helicopter