A state of the edgy wilderness – trekking and camping to the Himalayas.
There isn’t anything else in the world that excites me as much as traveling. While there are many places I’ve been to, trekking in the mountains in the Himalayas have a different kind of connotation all together for myself. They wholly define the lexis of travel of who I am, and how diminutive my existence is. An idyllic trail of high peaks, landscapist exquisiteness, and majestic pine trees, this place was surrounded by best of what you could get in nature. Let me take you along the paths of my recent adventure of one of my many trips to the up north hills and valleys.
The trip in the month of February and the cold weather in Uttarakhand is something to look forward to go camping in places like these. I was at Lohajung, it’s a small village that acts as a base camp for many treks, built with the help of the locals, I was there, having morning breakfast and getting ready for my trek to BRAHMATAL, it suddenly started raining heavily and the temperature dropped to 2 degrees. I thought of canceling my trek due to bad weather but instead, I got more eager to start my journey and packed my stuff and left the lodge.
It was raining heavily and there I was trekking solo, wearing my Pancho (raincoat) and low frill winter boots, carrying my winter gear on my back, moving forward the trek started from Lohajung that led me to Bekaltal and then from Bekaltal to Brahmatal covering the total distance of 20 kms.
In such disagreeable windy cold climate, I had to maintain my pace, the meteorological conditions were really not helping my trek but as a stalwart, I kept moving forward towards the first base camp which was 6 km away. While climbing up through the wilderness and witnessing the magnificence of my surroundings, I came across a waterfall and bridge. I took some rest and soaked in the goodness of the waterfall, filled my water decanter and started my hike again. In about 4 hrs of continuously trekking and indorsing beautiful backdrop of the scenic valley, I was there at BEKALTAL base camp.
I was a tad bit worn-out and the wintry cold chill was nipping my eagerness to take rest, so I took shelter under the hierarchical trees and infused myself with two cups of hot tea from my flask and ate sugary brown crusts of biscuits, which gave me this warmness filled with jam-packed of liveliness to continue my trails.
That unforgiving climatic conditions tried to pull me back but I had that not giving up spirit inside me, after being latent for few minutes I got up and in full swing started to saunter further up, because it was 1 o’clock in the afternoon and there were 8 more kilometres to reach my destination, BRAHMATAL base camp.
The real struggle began when the elevation arched from top to toe unexpectedly and made the trudge challenging but not impossible to let go my passage. After trekking for about 6 hours unceasingly through the impenetrable dense scary woodsand struggling the horrid weather conditions, I finally reached base camp BRAHMATAL and having my winter gear with me I decided to the campsite by myself with a help of a torch. It satisfied my inner juvenile adolescent dream of quenching the demonstrative thirst of undertaking feat of traveling freely while also enjoying the proximity to wilds, is somewhat has been near to my heart since childhood.
I saw a temple nearby and as per the locals Lord Brahmaji meditated in that temple, surrounded by dense forests and lake on both sides was quite enriching for my soul. My location was perfectly flawless, and I had nothing to worry about, it was dark already and I was accompanied by lake for water and nearby forest for woods, all I had to do now was light a fire, but it wasn’t easy as the moisture was all over the place, holding my army knife and torch I walked further down thick dark forests with my knife in the hand and managed to grab some dry sticks and big logs for the fire.
It was an inordinate triumph to get tent done right and burn the firewood because it was necessary for myself to intake the allure of rough country way of living for survival. I broiled fried some eggs in a pan and roasted raw cottage cheese on a stick for my dinner which I carried in my backpack. To end the meal, I had some salted almonds and cashew nuts to munch on with a can of beer lounging near the fire and singing my favorite songs #ledzeppelin #stairwaytoheaven #queens #iwanttobreakfree #pinkfloyd #heyyou and looking up at the stars and questioning the moon and prodigiously admiring the view.
After some time, I went inside my tent to get some sleep, but who knew that the thrill was just getting started. I heard something outside my tent and immediately checked the time on my digital watch and it was 1:30 in the night when I realized that there is something outside my tent. I could hear the footsteps approaching towards me, suddenly I saw the shadow of an animal near my tent sniffing and quaking my tent.
I was scared but I didn’t panic and I shrieked haughtily and ran outside with my knife in the hand. Immediately I picked up a burning log and ran after that hunting shadow. It was scared and went back into the woods, it was a jackal, and it was not alone, the whole herd was with him, waiting near the woods but they never came back that night. I had courage and boldness inside of me that never left my side. I was unable to sleep that night properly, instead, I sat near the fireplace up until morning. Quite an unforgettable adventurous night it was, a fearful worrying memory that left an indelible mark on my mind forever.
It was 6 o’clock in the morning, I had my breakfast, smothered peanut butter and jam on white crusted bread chomping my double-decker with some water to keep myself hydrated and started my trek towards the summit. I was tired because I had no sleep last night and I had to climb the last phase of my trek, gradually moving forward and somehow I managed to climb the summit which was at 13,000 feet above from sea level. But when I reached the top all my fatigue was gone, I had tears in my eyes and I screamed at top of my voice that “I MADE IT, ABHINAV YOU DID IT”. I was overwhelmed and filled with joy and happiness and the view from the top of Mount Trishul peak was breathtakingly invigorating. I could see the range of majestic Himalayas, I just sat there for at least an hour gazing at snow covered peaks providing an adrenalin rush to my unabridged actuality and rare experiences of mother earth were so laudable for myself to pledge to go to unspoiled tricky treks, again and again, leaving behind my footmark for many more adventurous moments to come by.
Trekking to unexplored trails has become like an oxygen for me, and in days to come I can’t live without traveling to the new wilderness regions. I believe life is short, invest it in something that makes you feel alive. As a travel enthusiast I would recommend everyone to visit uttrakhand once, it’s a place where one can explore on their own, or I would recommend to opt for Uttrakhand tour packages, such packages will help you explore all the adventurous tourist spots at a better price.
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