the morning afterThe next morning, we started out for Snowline at around 7:00 am, and by 11:30 we were already facing the huge, creeping peaks of Indrahar. “Standing in front of the mighty Dhauladhars, I realized, there is always something greater looking down at you”. While on our hike up, we encountered something like a Bird of Paradise, with beautiful, elegant, multicoloured feathers, rich in its own ways, gliding down from the mountain top. The next big thing was to climb down to Triund and then trek down the entire mountain to reach Zostel (Mcleod). The rest of the evening was spent in solitude, preparing the mind and body for the next unknown adventure.
Morning of Day 3 started with rain followed by clouds which brought breathtaking views.
By the time of dinner, a few more people had arrived at the Snowline Cafe. Among them were a Canadian couple, a couple from Netherlands and a few guys from Delhi. We all had our dinner while sharing each other's tales, cultures, travel stories and other experiences. I sang the legendary poem 'Mujshe Pehli Si Muhabbat Mere Mahboob Na Maang' for them all. For some strange reason, they clapped way too much. I hope it was for the poem itself.I departed to my tent at 7:45 pm, played Harmonica for some time and then slept.To be continued in part 2...
Return back to Mcleodganj from the same trail that you had taken a day before.
There is a singular cafe at Snowline from where you can see the Indrahar Pass lying down in your tents. Unlike Triund campsite which is filled up with a crowd that would give the densest of regions in the world a competition, you get something that most of the people answer the call of mountains in first place for- serenity.