This is in response to the Daily Post photo challenge on Adventure.
Trekking in the Himalayas is a complete adventure. But for me, the adrenalin rush is pronounced when I have to cross a glacier. When a trek route is being discussed and finalized, the first thing that I ask is “how much of snow will be there?” I am not bothered much about the altitude, having gone up to 19000 feet while going around Mount Kailash in Tibet. Snow conditions depend not just on altitude alone but also on the geographical location and the month of the year. But walking on ice is not a cakewalk (pun intended) for me.
The following 3 photographs were taken on my trek to Har ki dun, a beautiful valley at the base of swargarohini peak in Uttarakhand region of the Himalayas. We had taken a circuitous route which entailed crossing a series of glaciers on one day, most of them being on an incline of about 60-70 degrees requiring fixing of rope.
A few years later, on a trek to Indrahara Pass in the Dhauladhar range of the Himalayas, I opted to stay back at the last camp at the foot of the pass and 5 members of the group left at four in the morning to negotiate the steep (read scary) snow track , full of crevasses. You can see my good friends Arvind, Jaspal and the guides in the following photographs. Hair-raising adventure indeed!
This is in response to the writing challenge from The Daily Post
In my day-dreams, I envision a place. A cottage in the countryside, compact, having a garden and a sit-out. Often, I imagine living in a place like this, peaceful and contented, tending to my garden, eating organically grown food and taking long walks in the countryside, with lush fields on either side. Of course, it should not be too remote and have a fairly good connectivity to nearby towns and cities, which one can visit occasionally. Does it paint a wonderful picture? Perhaps, this is a vision which is not uncommon among the urban dwellers, especially those who are past their prime. Serenity in a great setting? I would like to have that, please.
When I was younger, I would often imagine buying a small house in the countryside after I have earned and saved enough to quit my job. This was to be done some day but, in the meanwhile, I kept visiting the countryside, sometimes as a day-trip from the nearest town where I could stay, sometimes as a part of hiking in the mountain trails, a few times when I could find a home-stay in a village or farm. These have given me the opportunity to live for a day or two in the countryside and walk a good deal. Over the years, I find that this is better than buying a house with all the attendant problems of ownership, local politics and being tied down to one place. Also, serenity is a state of mind, is it not so? And I should attempt to move in that direction, in the here and now, wherever I am living. So, my new mantra is “earn well, save well and travel well”, with more journeys into the wilderness rather than to big cities of the world. During my ramblings in the countryside, when I come across a quaint cottage with a garden, I re-visit the day-dream with a slight twinge of regret. And then, I tell myself that being there and experiencing the beauty is more important and has greater value.
My recent visit to a place called Igatpuri (a small town in Maharashtra, India) and the walks I had in the countryside around this place were sheer joy.