Read part 1 and part 2...
I am usually an early riser. Even on weekends, I cannot sleep after 8:00, though I am all awake at 7:00. An when I am on a vacation to a place where getting up early is a reward in itself, I try not to miss the morning glory and soaking up every bit of the freshness it has to offer you. I had a very comfortable and cozy place on the bed, and I woke up really fresh next morning. I quickly switched the geyser ON and went out on the terrace, it was amazing to feel crisp cool breeze against my cheeks, so far from the cacophony of busy cities and with the only sound of beautiful Tirthan river flowing by our side.
Yogesh was also up by then, so we quickly got ready and came out for our breakfast. Ganu was busy cleaning the terrace and asked what we would like to have. We both wanted to have something routine, which meant aloo-paratha :)
We asked Aman if he had arranged for a taxi to take us to Jalori Pass, we wanted to leave as early as possible. He told us that it had already arrived and was just waiting for us to be ready. From the very bottom of the valley to the peak of a mountain, it seemed a very exciting journey. We filled a bottle of water, took an umbrella (just in case) and started for Jalori. Deepu, Aman's younger brother, accompanied us for the trek till Serolsar Lake. While we were crossing Banjar, my phone showed a little sign of life and I immediately made a few calls to family and friends. The road from Banjar till Jalori, as Lalit the driver told us, is one of the deadliest roads in India, which we felt it was indeed.
Throughout the way till Jalori, we kept getting surprised by the beauty of the valley, steep slopes, the villages and their step-farms and the Jibhi Nallah. At some places along the Jibhi stream, the local people have setup Gharat (water-mills) which is an ancient method to utilize the force of flowing water stream for grinding grains.
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| Some village houses on the way |
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| Jalori Pass and beyond -from a distance |
I really did not expect any snow on the way or even on the top. But we did get a couple of frozen streams, which kind of excited me as I hadn't seen that much snow ever, though it was an old deposit and had got dirty in time.
We reached Jalori and parked the car. Jalori is a mountain pass to cross to the other side for Rampur and then Shimla. There are buses plying between this side and that, they stop at the pass too. There are a few tea shops, a sweet shop and a temple at the pass. Standing at the parking area, facing towards the Jibhi valley, one can see as far as Mani-Mahesh on a clear day.
From here, stick to the road to cross to the other side, take the left trail to trek till Serolsar lake (5 kms from Jalori pass) or take the right trail to trek till Raghupur Fort (3 kms from Jalori pass).
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| Road to Jalori pass |
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| Yogesh posing at Jalori |
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| Temple at Jalori Pass |
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| The view from Jalori - Raghupur Fort's ridge is visible from here |
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| The road winding its way down to the other side |
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| Thach at Jalori pass |
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| On the Serolsar Lake trail |
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| And that's me... |
You could get a wonderful, more than 180 degrees view of the verdant green mountains from here.The Raghupur Fort ridge looked intimidating to me even though we hadn't even started our trek to the lake and weren't tired at all. We did not take our water bottle with us thinking that it was anyway cold and I had read on some blog that it was a short trek of about 45 minutes. But this turned out to be a big mistake. Firstly, because it wasn't a 45 minutes trek for people like us. Secondly, cool weather does not really lessen your body's need for water and you need to keep yourself properly hydrated.
Deepu asked us to carry on and said he'd join us in a while. So we started. Initially for quite a distance, it was a pleasant walk with almost zero slope, through dense fragrant forests. We could not see or otherwise sense anybody else's presence on the trail and the quiet was creepy in a way, but really exciting. We carried further on, stopping to wait for Deepu time and again hoping that he joined us before we lost our way. I had read that there is a sort of 'Y' point on the trail - one way goes to the lake and other to a village down the hill (for the reader's reference, the left trail from here goes to the lake).
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| Some camping site on the way to Serolsar Lake |
The trail was more or less smooth till the 'Y' point. We waited there for Deepu and spotted a couple of local womenfolk doing their usual chore of gathering the firewood for cooking. We called out for them and asked how far the lake was. "Twenty minutes to half-an-hour" came the reply. It was already more than 30 minutes that we had walked till then, so the math sounded almost correct. Deepu had also arrived by now, much to my relief. The trail started getting a little rocky from here on. I had already done Triund twice before, and I found this trek almost like Triund's.
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| Yogesh following me |
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| This was what Yogesh was clicking from up there |
I still cannot figure out if it was due to my reduced stamina or because I was thirsty and we had no water, I had started finding the trek more difficult than Triund's though it was not really so. I had to take a break every five minutes to catch my breath. The monotony of the endless forest was getting broken by many meadows - small and big, thatch as they call it.
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| A small thatch on the way |
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| Seemed like a royal entry for The Flintstones |
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| The largest thatch just before the lake |
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| This hut here was home for a local hermit for quite some time. Now nobody knows what became of him. |
These clearings kept me boosted and, though I was exhausted beyond imagination for reasons unfathomable, I kept on walking behind Deepu who walked like a mountain goat. After a couple of minutes' walk more, we spotted another smaller clearing beyond which was the trail to the lake. The trail was completely covered by fallen leaves, and the earth beneath had formed a mud slush with water coming out of snow deposits nearby. And the steep slope made it all the more scary to walk on, but I just had to follow Deepu instead of doing all the where-to-step-next analysis.
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| Snow deposit right before the downward trail to the lake |
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| Deepu guiding us on the trail |
This was when we had our first look of the beautiful Serolsar Lake. The uncomfortable and eerie silence of the woods and an even more secluded and mysterious looking lake in the middle of it, I couldn't have imagined it to be any better. I feel it is better not to try explaining how it felt by listing "classy" GRE words and diluting it, so I'll let the pictures do all that...
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| First look of the lake |
The lake is nearly circular in shape, with a tiled walkway circumscribing it.
There is a temple - Buddhi Nagin, at the lake. It was closed when we were there, so there was nobody around apart from three of us.
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| Buddhi Nagin temple at the lake |
Its a small lake, surrounded with trees. It is believed, as per a folktale, that no matter how many trees surround the lake and how littered is the area with fallen leaves during fall, one wouldn't find a single leaf floating on the lake water. This task of keeping the lake litter free is managed by a couple of birds (sparrows, as far as I remember...Aman told me this story) and they do it diligently since ages. Though, we could find leaves floating on the water. But I won't call that litter, it only added to the beauty of this pristine, natural lake.
We walked around the lake till we were stopped by the still melting deposits of snow, took a stroll above the lake to a point which overlooks the Jibhi valley and spotted a Monal bird, but could not click any pictures.
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| View of the Jibhi Valley |
It had started getting darker because of clouds slowly covering the area. Deepu suggested that we quickly started our trek back to the pass because the weather was pretty unpredictable and it could start raining. Though I wanted to trek further to check out the valley and thatch on the other side, we decided to head back to the pass. The return was more exhausting and took a toll on my stamina. I had to stop every 5 minutes to catch some breath. Once back to the pass, we stopped at a local tea-shop and I asked the shop owner if they had anything to eat. It was about 3 pm and they still had some Rajma-Rice left, what else could I ask for!
Sitting on a bench in that small shop with 4-5 people and a kettle of tea boiling on an old mud-stove with an even older iron-chimney on it, I was feeling so relaxed and cozy, I could have slept right then and there.
We quickly had to finish and rush back to the hotel because the ceremony Aman invited us to was about to start in about an hour. I felt a strong urge to take a nap right after getting back in the car and I think I did take a short one. On the way from Banjar to our home-stay, we spotted the ceremonial procession - the Paalki, of Rishi Shringi and a lot of people for that village and others too. I wasn't just in the condition to stay awake and all I wanted was to be back to my room, take a pill of paracetamol so I don't get fatigued and sleep it off, so we skipped the ceremony, hoping Aman would understand.
When I woke up at about 6 pm, after a good 1 hour nap, I felt surprisingly fresh and not at all tired (I guess it was just the air). I could now walk up to Serolsar Lake again, and happily. But given my hyperbole, I even refused to accompany Gannu (the cook, the cleaner and the general caretaker) to the Trout Farm when he asked if we wanted to come with him to the farm. Yogesh had asked Gannu that morning if he could try catching some trout that day for dinner, but he couldnot catch any. So he had to buy a kilo of the fish (which is considered a delicacy, with a single bone and no-smell) from the government farm. He fried some trout for Yogesh and got me some hot and crispy pakoras (fritters).
Now, there is nothing much to do in such places. But if you have a young, lively and lovely mountain river flowing right beside you, you don't really feel the need for anything else.
I found the place so soulful that even after dark, I went to the river, sat on a rock and kept sitting there, sometimes thinking something, sometimes not thinking anything at all, singing my favorite songs, noticing my breaths. More than an hour passed and Yogesh suddenly realized my absence in the room, so he came out looking for me in the terrace. I could see him from where I was, but he could not,because I was sitting in total darkness. It was funny watching him looking for me here and there, he almost encircled our room in his search and I was laughing by now. I called out for him. He heard my voice and looked in my direction, but his expressions told me that he still could not spot me, it really cracked me up. Finally, he came to where I was standing.
"Dude, what are you doing here in the dark?", he asked.
"Nothing, just standing and listening to the sound of the river", I replied, still smiling at him.
"Are you not scared?"
"Scared of what? Nobody is here, I'm alone", I said.
"Exactly! Does the roaring river in this total darkness not scare you?"
I laughed. I remembered how darkness used to scare the hell out of me when I was little. I did not even go to any room in our house unless the lights are switched on. This used to be my thing, and others' point to make fun of me. But the times have changed now. Now, there are times when I love to be out on the roads late at night, sit idle in my room with darkness embracing me, and nothing scares me.
"No, I'm not scared as long as I know I'm not going to fall in the river", I replied.
We started talking for what Yogesh must have felt like ages. Correction - I talked and he mostly listened to me talking endlessly and without focusing on a single point for more than 2 minutes. I felt supremely high without having had even a drop of alcohol or a drag, and now Yogesh was highly amused of my capability of blabbering.
I talked about music, Ragas (I remember talking about Rag Des), Urdu poetry, Ghalib and some of his ghazals, random jokes and I don't remember what else. And now it was time for dinner and then sleep.
A laborious day, a relaxing afternoon and an exciting, charged up evening slowly faded away in a calm and cozy night. We had no plans for the next day, our last day in the valley. So we thought of just relaxing there and taking a short walk till Gushaini for breakfast. We had already asked Aman for a ride to Aut in the evening for our bus to Delhi.
Continued in the next and final part here...
