Kedarkantha Peak - Trekking with a Bhotia Dog

Day - Minus One
2nd April, 2015
Rishikesh/Dehrdun to Sankri (1,920 m/6,300 ft)

Exaggerated account - From the eyes of Bruno:
They reached by 6 in the evening. I counted four people - 3 men, 1 woman. They felt awfully cold, is what I felt, from the way they clutched on to their jackets. They checked into Wild Orchid. I have not seen the insides of that place, but people appear happy coming out of it. 

I walked to Rinkee's for dinner. I had seen the short stranger who shook hands with My Folks buy chicken and give it to Rinkee Aunty. Rinkee Aunty does not kick me when I walk into her restaurant. I like her. The li'l kid over there is also kind.

I sat around wagging my tail for hours worrying why my folks from the hotel were late. It was 10 in the night, and almost all of Sankri had gone to sleep, and dawg, was it freezing! Did they ditch their plans for dinner? I wondered, while I licked my belly and pawed at the imaginary tick in front of my eyes. Wait! I see them....are they swaying a bit while they walk? I think I know what they must have been up to, that late in the night, but I pretend to be ignorant. I need my bones. 

My folks were gracious and I had a feast, bones that have a shred of meat on them are a rare delicacy around here. What I got was too much by local standards. I even got a bone with full meat on it!  I wanted to go out and dance when the tall guy who did not seem to like me threw it at me. My tail wagged so much that I felt asleep from the sheer effort that night, as soon as I could find a place in front of Rinkee's when she downed the shutters, immediately after my folks had left.

I really like these people.  May be I will walk with them tomorrow..I wondered where they were off to the next day....from Sankri...they could go to Har ki Dun Valley, Ruinsara Lake, or the Kedarkantha. Dawgfully speaking, I like Kedarkantha, it's just a 4 day round-trip. 

We had started the day from a private "home-stay" in Rishikesh which I had accidentally discovered  a few weeks back. Set in a farmland about 20 kms from Rishikesh, it lacks the comforts of a hotel, but more than makes up for it with the views around. It is one of those places where you could sit around in the terrace or in the farms, doing nothing (which I'm pretty good at).
Deepak, the owner of the house, as well as our cab driver, ensured that we were well-fed the previous night, with mutton which we had handpicked from Rani Pokhri on the Rishikesh-Dehradun Highway. There is also something special about farm-fresh rice - the aroma as well as the taste. Deepak's wife was happy to have "city-dwellers" (the term makes me squirm) stay in her house for the first time.

Near the edge of the forest, if you're lucky, you could catch a glimpse of some peacocks. Wait a minute, what cocks? Yes, you heard that right non-believer, peacocks, just in our backyard.

I said peacockSS.

Some random vegetation. ;)

The ten hour drive from Rishikesh to Sankri was uneventful except of course for the exceptional beauty of the route from Purola to Sankri, with the Tons River flowing to your left for the most part, and if your'e lucky, even the odd rainbow.

We met the usual suspects, Kishan, Buddhi, and the gang (our guides and support crew) at Sankri, a motor-head for multiple treks in the region.

This is pretty much all of Sankri that "usually" meets the traveler's eye.

We ordered some food from Rinkee's, a hole-in-the-wall sort of establishment, checked into our hotel, had a few drinks, polished off dinner and slept.

Day Zero
3rd April, 2015
Sankri to Sankri
We woke up to the wrath of the weather gods. It was a complete whiteout peppered with the occasional shower or five. Stuck in our rooms, there was nothing for us to do than pray for the situation to change. Thankfully, the rooms in Wild Orchid (@800 Rupees) were quite comfortable with good clean bedding, hot water, and power backup - all badly needed in this remote township. We quite liked the support of Pravin, the guy who runs the show around here.

We got out by around 10 when the rains stopped a bit. The mist cover was rising slowly, but the threat of badass weather remained, which prompted us to call off the day's trek. As a replacement event, we roamed around Sankri, a small village with may be around 30 houses, a temple, and a small primary school.

There is this village temple dedicated to Bhairav (Shiva).

When you have the whole day to yourself, this is perhaps what you should do. Click pictures of people doing nothing but standing and staring at the vast expanse. 

 Mom, we got visitors!

Ever thought why India does not produce world-class bowlers? The answer is in this picture that explains the quintessential problem of Indian cricket. How do we get them bowlers when everyone wants to bat? Forget bowlers, there is not even room for a non-striker in this kind of a game.

Soon enough the mist descended upon us. Ever heard of bad light stopping play? Those compulsions mean nothing here as the kids kept on playing in a near-total-whiteout.

Meanwhile, at the village school, a semi-indoor cricket game was afoot.

Rajani went ahead and befriended Sapna, a village girl who is a pro at this game. She scored a perfect 10 of sorts on multiple occasions, while the rest of us who tried our hands at it looked quite out of sync.

Game of Stones!

Sapna, Prabha, and Manu.

We took a detour from the village and went further ahead, with these two kids following us. Here's Reshma Rana contemplating whether it will be worth her time with us...i.e., if will go back on our promise of chocolates at the end of the walk. The two girls finally walked all the way up to the market to collect the goodies.

Looks like my folks aren't going anywhere today. I saw them walk out to the village below and come up some time later through the main road with two kids in tow. Guess, I will also idle a day away. I'm anyway getting a bit old for this trek kind of shit. ZZZ 

Which turned out to be a good decision.  They recognized me when they walked up for a late lunch....and later on, for a late dinner. Boy, these are professional late-eaters. I didn't mind because on both occasions, I was well fed. 

We chilled out the rest of the day in our hotel rooms, taking two food breaks, and then hit the sack praying for better luck with the trek as our spare day had been exhausted.

Day One
4th April, 2015
Sankri (1,920 m/6,300 ft) to Juda ka Talab (2,740 m/9,000 ft)

By now, overcast conditions qualified as "much better weather".

There was a definite chill in the air when we started walking. By the time we finished our breakfast and moved out of the hotel, it was 11. That was not supposed to be a problem as were headed for Juda ka Talab, a small lake  which was only 3 kms away, or so the big white letters on the official green signage proclaimed. We did not take packed lunches assuming we will reach the campsite by 1 or 2 in the afternoon. How much time should 3 kms take, right? Yea, right!

Bruno was with us from the start. I wondered how long he would accompany us.. Nobody knew the real name of this Bhotia dog and we called him Bruno. @Jose

After a level walk of about 500 m over the Sankri-Taluka expressway, we took a right turn to start our walk up into the hills. Here's Randeep sizing up the route, stone-paved for some distance.

The path was wet and slushy from the rains and mule dung complicated it. Kedarkantha has been heavily marketed by professional trek operators; and mules carry the bulk of the camping gear. Some patches of the path reminded me of the Kedarnath trek route of yesteryear which was wealthy when it came to the quantum of mule dung deposits.

I took a little detour with Kishan to a makeshift structure that housed a Nepali family - laborers/caretakers of the apple orchard and the huge green-topped farmhouse of its Delhi-based owner. Our team moved ahead.

The idea was to buy some local brew (kachchi), something for the road. The lady of the house poured the transparent liquid into a Quechua bottle while we made small talk with her three kids. The eldest girl suggested that we could take a different route up to join the trail. That seemed like a good idea, but Kishan had left behind his heavy rucksack while we climbed down to the house, and that was a problem, he said aloud. Hearing that, the two girls instinctively sprinted down.

There was another problem too - the bottle was full but a little bit of the brew remained in the mug. Kishan took the mug from the lady and offered it to me..le lo, Sir, waste kyun karne ka? (Have it Sir, Why waste?) As "wasting" was not a word in my hicsicon, I took a few swigs of the pearly fluid and handed over the mug to the lady. Man, that was strong!

In less than five minutes, the girls were back with the elder one carrying the heavy backpack. Even Kishan was stumped. Here are the three family jewels.

After an over-the-top thank yous and some goodie distribution, we moved up on our new path, where we met some women who were herding cows, goats, and horses; not an easy task as you can probably make out. When you are out in these parts there will always be moments like this when you wonder whether women did everything in these hills.

Meanwhile, at Sankri, men too are busy at work. Card Premier League.

After about 30 minutes, we could see our fellow trekkers walking up one elevation after the other. I yelled at them to wait for us, using the choicest Mallu expletives. Kishan looked at me as though I had gone nuts - that moment of clarity for him when he realized that the potent liquid had gone to my head. I regretted those swigs.

Resting at a bridge en route.

It took a better part of the afternoon to reach this clearing after walking up minor elevations and some level stretches. I asked my company to let everything go and strike a good pose for the camera. This is the output.

Disappointed, I asked them to try again, and they gave it another shot.  Albert Einstein once famously said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Well I did get a different result, but not "better" by any stretch of imagination. Someday I'm gonna use this for a spot-the-difference game. (Tongue out, Hand missing, Hand higher, Trekking pole moved, More of the bottle showing, Less of the green tree in the background, Shoe position changed, Hillary Clinton in the background....)

We stopped at this little piece of heaven to have tea and biscuits. This would have made an awesome camping ground, but Juda Talab was our destination for the day, and if the sign board that we saw in Sankri was right, it should be just around the corner. We had been walking for about two hours now.

The walk kept growing longer and longer with no lake in sight. We hit the first snow patch of the day by around 3.30 where we caught up with Rinku, waiting for us with his tea flask. Kishan and the rest of the team had gone ahead to find the lake and set up camp.

It was Kishan's first time in these hills, and he was also on a recce mode. Now, you may call it madness, but mountain men like him have a knack of finding trails even in unfamiliar terrain. That said, we had anticipated this problem, and on the night we landed at Sankri, Kishen tried to enlist the help of a local to join our group as a porter. The fellow had collected 200 bucks as advance and left and that was the last time we ever saw him. Kachchi peeke pada hoga kahin, (Must be lying somewhere drunk) Kishen quipped earlier that day.

We stood around sipping tea. Rinku sensed our lackadaisical approach and asked us to move up, and fast, as the weather was turning bad. He had a sense of the route, going by the footprints in snow, but had no idea as to how far the lake was. Onward we moved, climbing up the hill.

It was not easy walking through dirty ice patches. Some of us got stuck on occasions.

Randeep and I walked behind, cracking jokes and talking about escapades from the past. It's amazing how good conversations can take your mind off the walk - both the length as well as the difficult nature. Somewhere around here, while climbing up these stone stairs, we heard Rinku's voice from up above announcing that they had reached the lake. That made us happy, and we slowed our pace further and churned out spicier stories.

All said, it was 5 in the evening by the time we reached our campsite. We were hungry as hell, but had to stuff ourselves with biscuits until real food could be cooked. Our crew had reached only 30 minutes ahead of us and had set up the tents and had just gotten down to warming up the cooking gear.

We crept into one of the bigger tents and waited for the 2-minute noodles to arrive in 15 minutes. The campsite was a big let down. To anyone traveling to these parts at this time of the year, a humble request...please do yourself a big favor, don’t camp at Juda Talab if you can. Why? (a) It is rather small, and often sees jumbo trekking groups with their 15-30 member strong teams. Fortunately for us, we were the only group that evening. (b) The lake is nothing ooo-laa-laa to look at.

Tip: If you are starting late in the day, you could camp lower at the beautiful clearing I have mentioned before - it will only mean that your second day would be longer, but your first night will be more peaceful and relaxed.
If you're starting early, there is a much better campsite about 15 minutes from here. More on that when we come to it.

Inside the tent, egged on by our grumbling tummies, the conversation turned to that stupid sign board that lulled us into starting ugly late. What we trekked that day was not 3 kilometers - IMHO, it was something in the 4-5 km range, and that's a huge difference if you speak a language called percentages. Added to that was the 800 m/2,600 ft elevation gain in that stretch. It may not be a problem for the seasoned trekkers, but first timers have to come mentally equipped for this, lest they think it's a 3 km cross-country walk.

Outside, it started to get foggy, followed by a light drizzle and some itty bitty snow. In some time, our crew managed to get a campfire going, and called out to us, but not all of us were in a mood to get out of our cloistered confines.

Randeep went exploring the campsite in a while and yelled out his sales pitch - about how warm our butts would feel at the campfire, citing his defrosted derriere as a perfect example. It did take some effort to get ourselves out of the shelter of the tent.

Linner (Lunch + Dinner) was soon served by the fire, and I sat there playing around with the food (happens sometimes, when you're too hungry, you can't eat much), grumbling all the while about the smoke from the fire, the lackluster campsite, the missed lunch, the "arrogant" monologues of one of our tough-looking porters that suggested infighting among the crew, and about the feeling of "not feeling too great". Bruno was conspicuous by his absence. He must have walked down during the day, I thought.

Day Two
5th April, 2015
Juda ka Talab (2,740 m/ 9,000 ft) to Kedarkantha Base Camp (3,400 m/ 11,150 ft)

I was the first to be up and about even before the guides (that was a first in my career) finding a nice little spot by the woods, far from the tents. Mission accomplished and with nothing else to do, I soon found myself back inside the cozy sleeping bag.

While having a modest breakfast of bread omelet and parathas, we noticed two porters coming down. Kishan asked them for directions and they pointed to the top of the hill that loomed over the lake, and said "get on top of that hill first, and after that it's level ground." I asked them where their team was, and they were perplexed..."what do you mean, where's our team? Did they not come this way?" I told them that no one had crossed our camp that morning. They seemed concerned for a bit, and then just shrugged and told themselves that their clients must have taken the Hargaon village route down. Just great! They wished us luck and moved down.

Even with their advice, we managed to  lose our path. Instead of turning left after crossing the lake, we went straight ahead, but thankfully found ourselves back on track without straying for too long.

This was a day meant for a snow hike, mostly vertical.

After 45 minutes, we stopped for a round of tea. The supposed "mutineer" porter is the guy in the orange trousers. "He is like that only and I've known him forever, but he's a workhorse. He easily carries around 40 kgs on his back", Kishen told us, when we expressed our apprehensions about the guy's sarcastic monologues. "40 kilos?" Randeep and I exclaimed together. Well, in financial market parlance, that mutineer would be called the big swinging dick. He's earned that right to be sarcy as long as he does not bring the tents down, if you know what I mean! The fellow's name is Rathod, btw (we referred to him as RathodJI after that), and the guy next to him is Rinku, our tea bearer the previous evening.

An hour of steep climb through snow followed. We stopped a couple of times to catch our breath, but managed to clear the hill in fine form.

Once you cross the top, it's a level walk of about a kilometer. The snow makes it tricky in places, but you will pull yourself up with ease looking at the comfort of the plain terrain ahead of you. The camping ground is just beyond the trees. Buddhi suggested that we have our packed lunch somewhere around here, but we insisted that we will have it at the camp, which was in sight. 

And guess who was waiting for us at the camp? I dare you..I double dare you.

I was bored with the way they walked to Juda Talab. Feeling miffed, I had walked up to the Kedarkantha base camp the previous night. Did not know some of my folks were sissies when it came to trekking. 

Things were dull last night. The base camp saw little action with just two small groups. Some guys just sat around drinking inside the channi. One group left for the peak in the wee hours of the morning. The other group went down, and the camp was silent, except for my occasional snarls to establish territory in the face of younger doggies. The day-long wait was boring, and I worried whether my folks would make it this far.

I saw them walk into my base camp by around 1.30. I ran up to them...the lady seemed to be walking a bit limp.....the silver haired man seemed happy to see me...he rubbed my head...the stocky fellow kept calling me Bruno....and I wondered why the silver haired man cracked up every time I was called that name - must be some inside joke. Somebody ought to tell them that I am Bittu. 

The campsite.

While having our packed lunch, we met three trekkers on their way back after reaching the top - Araib (fellow Indiamiker), Kamal Kandpal (veteran trekker), and another one. Indiamike is a great forum if you share a passion for trekking and travel - it was good fun to talk to a stranger in a strange land and then realize his name was familiar to me...and mine to him too.
The trio went down to Hargaon camp the same day.

Kishen asked us about night stay options. We agreed that we will stay in the channi (abandoned shepherd hut). It sounded much better than camping in snow. There were two concerns, though. The hut only had a small door on the right which Bruno kept blocking. That was sorted out when Jose found another entrance and removed the log blocking it. The other problem was the smoke that refused to find an exit. That too was solved, when we found that one of the logs on top can be slid down creating a natural chimney.

I tried not to obstruct anyone as I lay on the entrance of the channi. The shepherds would have really flipped if they could see this...my folks had opened the wooden exhaust of the channi on top. Stocky even opened up a stealth door of sorts, and sat pretty for some pictures.

A round of hail ensured that we stayed inside the hut for the most part of the afternoon.

The skies that remained dull for most of the day seemed to open up by evening. And we saw Kedarkantha Peak for the first time - after walking for two days, not to forget another day spent at the hotel. The real peak is the one in the background, not the deceptive "summit" in front. I wondered whether I had the testicular infrastructure to get on top of this one.

I kept barking all night in the snow, keeping my folks from harm. The stocky guy walked out at around 3 in the morning to take a leak. Boy, was he shivering while he emptied his bladders while looking at a million stars! It was a clear night. I overheard the conversation as he crept back into the channi "there is a bear outside, big and black. No wonder Bruno is barking." "What nonsense?", said someone else. "No seriously, it is big and black and sits there on the side." stocky insisted. 

I giggled to myself, but then bit my tongue -literally - as I saw the tall guy walk out to check. So to speak, take a look at the surroundings supposedly...but mostly to take a leak, and creep back into the channi. "That's no bear, asshole. That's a tree stump." "No, it's a bear," stocky insisted. "Alright, sleep now." 


Day Three
5th April, 2015
Kedarkantha Base Camp (3,400 m/ 11,150 ft) to Kedarkantha Peak (3,800 m/ 12,500 ft) and back 
Finally, some good weather and a perfect look at Kedarkantha, a peak with no pretensions and no Mt. prefix. After a breakfast of porridge (which Bruno seemed to relish) and noodles, we started out for the top by 7.15. BTW, the bear that Jose saw last night was a fine piece of black rock.

The sun was out, but it was not yet warm enough to melt the snow. The walk felt icy and scrunchy beneath our trekking boots. 

Buddhi and Rinku were waiting at the camp to get the packed lunches for us while we moved ahead. They would would soon catch up with us.
Kishan posing with Bruno.

We were clearing hills with relative ease, and I remember telling Randeep that we were definitely going to get to the top. Jose was a bit slow, but this was his first time in the mountains and he did not have his bike with him (not that it would have helped).

Bruno kept dozing off every now and then while waiting for us to reach him. Proof that he did not sleep a bit the previous night, while he stood guard. saari saari raat soye na hum

This treacherous elevation took the wind out of us - a place where people could easily tumble down if they do not watch their steps closely.

Thank heavens for the lovely weather so far. In the dreary days before, we had really missed some great views. But then, there is still justice in the hills.

Finally, up close and personal. It was around 10 when we reached this spot, and we stopped for some precious refreshments. We decided to tackle the peak from the left side, through the ridge. The real peak was hidden from us even at this point.

They are taking the ridge route...I wanted to warn them it is The tough, but they never got me. I tried running around them a bit. They thought I was playing. They just don't know how it's done around here...the long way to Kedarkantha is from the right..that's how I have seen most people take a stab at the peak. I have seen a few take the ridge route, as the footprints show, but most returned with little glory...as far as I know. 

May be it's better that way - steeper, but shorter. I worry only about stocky. He is being motivated by the silver haired guy. The lady is struggling, but she's got a guy to walk with her. 

Boy, was that steep?

Once we had cleared that, it was a long walk before the next climb. Jose was finding it tough, but Randeep pushed him on.

It was like a series of fake peaks. Taking rest on top of fake peak no. 2. From here, you could see the small temple that marks the real peak.

A look at the other side of the ridge. Nothing much except oodles of snow and rolling hills.

This last elevation was kind of killing. Adding to the discomfort was the nagging worry if this was another fake one, while the real daddy was still a few hundred feet away.

But then this was it........our raison d'être. Jubilation, tea, biscuits, and pictures followed. The weather did another 180. From the top, we could barely make out the township of Purola, 40 odd kilometers away...a clear shot on a better day.

Unsurprisingly, Bruno was there at the top with us. From left to right, Buddhi, Rinku, Moi, Jose, Rajani, and Randeep.

And a Prometis shot. Oh, I forgot to tell you that four of us work for the same company.

We turned around after 15 minutes or so at the top. We abandoned the ridge route that we took on our way up and went for the steep descent - slide and slip, but much faster.

While all of this was happening and the attention of our support crew focused on Jose and Rajani, one man, oblivious to the change of plans, kept retracing our original steps. You can see Randeep (right-middle) in this pic walking his own way happily away from us.

In his words, I turned around after a point and I could see you guys tumbling down in the distance. Like a fool, I had followed the path that we took on our way up. But Bruno was right there with me, and I felt just fine. Here's the duo trekking down in snow....more like a casual walk to their office or something. 

We arrived at the campsite by 2.30 and I was greeted by an Indiahikes trek leader...2.30...that's late! Yea but we started late too. (Their teams start by 5 or 5.30) But you reached the top right? Yep, we did, it was fun. That's what counts, right? Yep, good luck for tomorrow... 

They had their colorful orange tents out in snow for a team of 22 trekkers. The camp was crowded, and of the two channis in good working condition, one was taken up for their kitchen. 

Which meant that all of us packed into last night's channi like sardines. We could have gotten our tents out, but this was fun, the fire was burning bright. And then...the hail thingie started. I worried about the people stuck inside their tents outside....we could at least move around.

My empathy soon became self-pity as the heavy hail started falling inside our hut through the opening above. We closed the opening, but in doing that we invited the swirling smoke inside. Most of us stayed close to floor to escape the smoke. Thankfully, the hail nonsense stopped after a while and we were greeted with a whiff of fresh air, once we opened our chimney. Dinner was good, but before that we said cheers using the kachchi we had procured from the farmhouse. It wasn't much and it wasn't as potent as it had felt on the day I had procured it. But it worked. PJs such as the recommended name for an upcoming Italian genetic engineering company* were invented that night.

*GenItalia
Bruno din't bark much that night. Another doggie had also joined him, a company I'm not quite sure he enjoyed in the true sense. He spent the bulk of the night outside.

Day Four
6th April, 2015
Kedarkantha Base Camp to Sankri via Hargaon 

Kishan chided some of his crew for letting Bruno sleep outside. We had seen him bleed a bit from his privates the previous evening. I hoped he was alright. He lapped up the porridge and eggs from our breakfast and even warned another dog to not come closer to the food. The time came for us to leave but Bruno would not budge from his spot. Calls of "C'mon Bruno" were to no effect, as he just lay there on the ground, with his head propped up over his paws. We didn't push much.

Hopefully, he was thinking...They were sad to see me not wanting to walk. There are a lot of people around here and I would not want to walk down and all the way up again. Besides, I'm sure that they will catch the first jeep or bus out of Sankri. I hope they would understand.

The walk down to Juda Talab was not easy.

Another Bhotia doggie gave us good company.

We had a peek at Juda Talab, which now had a huge contingent of trekkers and turned left. That route should lead us to the village of Hargaon. Fifteen minutes into that trek, we came across this awesome campsite, something that I would recommend to trekkers on their way up (those who can start early from Sankri).

Secluded, expansive, and with great views. You can make out the distant mountain villages and the snow clad peaks from here on a better day. A little ahead of this place is the camping ground for trek operators when they take their teams on the way down...so stop and camp here, pretty please.

We lost our way as we walked down into the forest. It was not a big issue as all routes lead to Sankri. Just a longer detour. It was just us, Kishen, and Buddhi. The rest of the team had needed some time to pack up and leave.

We finally met our crew around here. 

The fellow in the foreground is Rana. He is quite a story. He used to be an alcoholic...a solid one at that....and one fine night, he walks into his village as usual...sees something moving....and in his stupor thinking that it's a dog, picks up a stone and throws at it. Turns out, it was a leopard. Legend has it that he thrust his hand inside the leopard's mouth and fought it for 15-20 minutes, before the villagers intervened and chased the animal away. His body has a lot of marks from the claws of that predator. He does not drink anymore.

Soon enough we hit Hargaon village. I take back my words about men not working...some do.

The birth of an apple tree.

Every one of these red buds would become apples, if hail and snow stays away.

It started to rain, and we upped our tempo. We could make out Sankri in the distance and it was a long walk after we hit the road; but the tarmac was more than welcome after the knee breaking descent.

We hit Sankri by 3. Before I left, I looked back at the green signboard which said 9 km to Kedarkantha and 3 km to Juda Talab. My foot, it should say 13 and 5 respectively. If I had some spray paint with me, I would have been arrested for vandalism that day.

Deepak, our jeep driver was waiting, and we wasted no time getting into the vehicle and driving for Purola, after saying goodbye to Rinkee aunty and Praveen.

It was not just Deepak and us in the jeep, we had a stowaway.

Day Five
7th April, 2015
Purola to Rishikesh 
The drive was long....and the only good image that I have is this one, taken from inside the jeep - a reflection of our weather throughout the trip, save the day when we climbed to the peak.

While we were up trekking, Deepak had managed to buy a Bhotia puppy for 2,000 Rupees. The little one was traveling with us to its new home. I asked Deepak if he had found a name for him. He said he is leaving it to his kids. 

We took a detour to his house to drop the puppy off at his home. His kids were happy to meet their new pet. 230 kilometers away from his natural home, this Bhotia gem will now guard Deepak's house and farmlands; having seen some of his kind in action, I'm sure he will do a pretty good job. I forgot to tell the kids something....to name him Bruno or....Bittu. But, I'm sure they will come up with something nicer and dearer to them.

As for us, we reached Rishikesh and chilled out the whole evening by the side of a quietly flowing Ganges at the aptly-named Freedom Café. Btw, a smart chap named Bittu runs the place. Serendipity!