Call of the Wild

I have uploaded a few photographs of my Har-Ki-Doon trek on webshots and I visit those photographs once in a while. These days my laptop is at HP service centre and I use my nephew's PC.

Aimlessly, I was browsing through some recent photographs and I started doing the same to the Hari-Ki-Doon trek folder. I was so used to remembering the trek through the webshot images that I had completely forgotten how beautiful the other photographs are. And today was such a tiring day that I needed to be remined of something just like this. I thought I will share a few more photographs of this trek on my blog.

Living in an urban ghetto and two/three bedroom drawing/dining kind of a house, sitting here and staring at such open spaces makes me incredibly nostalgic. If rododendrant flowers are part of the landscape, it is an added bonus. Don't you agree?

After I return back from a trek, I remeber each day as it happened, for a long time. Then my Groundhog Days take over and I almost forget how beautiful this world is.

Sunset is never like this at home. I am lucky that I can still see sunset from my back balcony but let us see how long it takes before a high rise comes in and blocks the view.

Would you mind walking for miles to reach such places? This was one of our campsite and I do not mind treading such beautiful paths.

A little rain must fall in each trek and this one was no exception. But the sun came out soon. I guess it always does?

River Tons, and what a noise it makes. Another day, another campsite and intead of traffic noise, you have the sound of the river, the very remedy for frayed nerves.

Our campsite at Har-Ki-Doon. This is the frist glimpse of it as we arrived here from Seema, and after walking for 13 kilometers mostly uphill, the view with the tents included seemed like heaven.

As we were walking back from Har-Ki-Doon to Seema, leaving behind the snow capped mountains and rivers and streams.