We raised our pace. The trail went up and down through patches of grassland and forest. Thankfully, the gradient wasn’t too steep. Within half an hour, we reached the motorable road and high-fived each other! It was indeed a serious hike. We found a lemon juice vendor beneath a tree. Without a second thought, we simply gulped down 2-3 glasses of lemon juice. The body was yearning for water and electrolytes. From here, we had to walk over the motorable road to reach the summit. Fortunately, a jeep was passing by. We negotiated with the driver and jumped in. The road was a mayhem! If this jeep driver contests in Motocross Madness, he would probably break all records. We sat with caution, tightly holding all possible rods and handles inside the vehicle. Thankfully, the ordeal ended in ten odd minutes and we were right at the entrance of the Mool Mookambika temple on top of the Kodachadri mountain. The place was moderately crowded with pilgrims.
It was already nearing 5-30 PM and we had to rush to the summit to watch the sunset. The summit was around 1.5 km up the hill. The gradient was steep again. Many pilgrims/tourists were climbing the hill. We just followed them. This climb was extremely exhausting. Already tired with the day-long hike, our legs were shivering due to the extreme workout. As the sun was approaching the horizon, the air started cooling rapidly. By the time we reached half the distance, we realized that the sun is almost about to go down and we shall not be able to reach the summit until then. What a sad realization it was! We simply climbed the nearby hillock and sat there. Although the sun was hidden behind the summit, we could see the mesmerizing view of the mountains and valleys. The mountain tops were shining in the golden yellow light of the setting sun, whereas the valleys were already drenched in darkness. The forests in the valleys appeared much more mystic. The sky that was deep blue a while ago was now metamorphosing into hues of orange and pink. Some bright stars already made their presence on the western horizon. Now that the sun was about to go, cold wind from the valleys began raising its pace; as if cooling down the mountain was an allocated task that had to be completed before dusk. The best thing about our hillock was that it was free from other tourists. We could thoroughly enjoy the tranquility of the moment.