And So I Went!

Quite a few people asked me how I figured this place out. I do know that my reference point was the trip that Prashant, Subhadip, and others made a few years ago, but I cannot seem to recall when I decided that I want to do it. The idea of doing the trek had not even crossed my mind when I first read their respective blog posts. But I did think about it recently enough and planned it for the Good Friday weekend. 

After the regular back and forth over emails, it was finally a mixed group of seven people ready to rough it out to Chopta, Tungnath, and potentially Chandrashila top in Uttarakhand. The Chandrashila stretch would have been a factor of things like strength/capacity remaining, weather conditions, time, et cetera. 

We left in a train from Delhi on Thursday night and reached Haridwar at 4:00 am. The car that we had booked from there to Chopta did not work out for us because the driver turned up drunk. His boss tried to convince us that ‘woh shudh ho ke chala hai’ but that obviously didn’t work. My super sense of smell won! So we tried figuring some other options and finally managed a car from Rishikesh. The journey from Haridwar to Rishikesh was covered in an auto. There was a chill in the morning air and somehow that was enough to figure that Chopta was going to be colder than what we all imagined. 

We were right. It kept getting colder as we ascended, and was freezing in Chopta. In fact, it started raining even before we checked in at the sole lodge (Hotel Neelkanth) over there. But the view also got more and more scenic as we moved higher up. Chopta was covered in pink flowers and fresh snow. The air was clean, cold and thin. And we all knew that we were at the perfect place for the weekend.

I have rarely challenged myself physically. I got a rush when I saw the snow-covered peaks and thought that I’d be very proud of myself if I manage to climb successfully. But the first challenge was to manage the temperature. There was no electricity. Our so-called hotel obviously had no facilities. We were told we could get hot water but even that wasn’t available. The caretaker tried to get a bonfire going but the wood was too wet. I layered myself up, had a lot of soup at the dhaba across the street, and took Varun’s blanket as well, but none of that seemed to help. At night, I even thought that I may never go to Ladakh if it was as cold or more. But finally I managed some sleep and got up at 5:00 am for the trek.

Base camp

The sun appeared for a short while in the evening

Nobody could get enough of these flowers

6 am moon

We didn’t leave before 8:30 am. Time was wasted in a lot of slow prep and some more slow prep. I was already at 60 per cent lung capacity and my nose was leaking. The first ten steps were hard. I knew I had to walk slow, concentrate on the breathing, and just focus on not giving up. The leg held up rather well. We had a clear track to walk on for only the first 300 metres or so. After that the snow cover kept getting heavier. We trudged along. Varun helped me climb quite a bit. I saw some other group of guys give up midway. That gave me a strangely good feeling about myself. And the strategy of not letting the mind think that the body is tired always works. Yes, I have selective control over my mind. After all, I had myself to beat at the challenge. With many a stops and a terrible cramp in a toe, it took 3.5 hours to reach Tungnath. I, technically, stopped a few steps before the temple. The highest of all the Kedars. I had little energy left and I was concerned about making it back to Chopta. A part of me was extremely disappointed when I admitted to myself that I would not be able to do the Chandrashila stretch. That is what I was aiming for. I even unrealistically believed that if I did not have to come down the same day, I could have managed to go all the way. But that was just me imagining things. And so I stopped. Others reiterated that it was still an accomplishment. I believed them. Finally nobody could go up because heavy clouds started approaching us. It was too late to begin climbing Chandrashila. One should leave at 5:30 am for that.

Poser!

The only meadow

Goofy was scared of me 🙂

Maria got cold feet (not) 😛

During one of the many stops to catch a breath

It was tiring, but I was happy 🙂

This first-timer was the underdog. Climbed quietly and steadily!

When they took a short cut and went from last position to first position

I sat holding my cramped toe, and she got a stranger to click her picture from my camera

You see, we all had an agenda. 😛

When he didn’t pose

When I admitted I was losing energy

All of us. Varun clicked

The view from where I stopped

The descend was far harder on the back. It killed me. And the snow was slippery enough to get the pulse racing at every half a step that I tended to lose control of at that incline. 

With the friendly couple we met on the way back

The sisters! 😀

It started raining (with hail) while we were still on our way back but this time I didn’t feel a thing. Had finally warmed up. 🙂

So, I don’t know if I completed the challenge (selective judgment), but I certainly feel good. It was the bravest thing I ever did. We were on the edge the whole time. The experience was so unreal that I cannot believe I was actually there three days ago. I don’t even know if I can do it again. 

All of us, by the dhaba that saved our lives

We wished to do the Deorital hike too, but the fact that we couldn’t get train tickets to get back to Delhi meant way too long a drive the next day. So we chose to come down some distance on Saturday itself and managed to get till Rudraprayag by the evening. The hotel here felt like a palace after the previous day’s experience. The balcony had a good view too.

From the balcony

While someone else was puking 😛

Next morning we left early so that we could at least make use of having Rishikesh on the way. Five of us went rafting. I have done it before, but I was still a little scared. Apparently the Ganges was kind to us, but all I know is that I managed this one smoothly too. 😀

The kids!

The drive back to Delhi was an expected nightmare. Reached home only by 11 pm. The skin was burnt, the head was spinning, muscles were aching, but the sense of having done 13000 feet was overwhelming. Still is. 

Last year, Keylong at 11000 feet was hard enough to walk around in. Did not imagine even then that I could do it. 

And I came back with my own picture of the place!

Can I reach the Valley of Flowers? I have more hope today than I did till a week ago.

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