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Arun Dash
Kusur plateau is the most trickiest patch I have ever encountered. There is no one to guide you, not even a single soul except the old DD relay centre tower. At the base of the tower there are 2-3 houses, which was our next break point. Cautiously we moved ahead and the sky was quite merciful that we were able to locate the tower. Even on a sunny day, when the clouds play with you, covering the tower, it really becomes a nightmare to find the correct path leading to the tower. After around 3o minutes, we reached the place, rested for a while followed by the lunch . The villagers offered buttermilk and water. We then descended Kusur and the views all around were something to cherish for ever. Numerous waterfalls dotted the green mountains.
Devashish Patel
After the initial climb, we came upon a canal and walked along its wall that was lined with beautiful flowers. We crossed a small waterfall and continued the ascent. Soon we were up and walking along a traverse. To our left, we should be seeing Dhak, but thick fog surrounded us throughout the morning, robbing us off any views. After halting for some time, at the top, we started our descend into the jungle. It was slippery and many fell. We got into the jungle, dodged the low lying branches and headed towards the direction of Dhak. Soon, there is a bifurcation in the trail and a clear marking that indicates the direction to Bhimashankar. We turn right. Here the ancient trade route can be seen clearly as we spot the stones that make the road extensively in this patch.Soon we reached Kusur plateau that was green in all directions as far as the eye could see. From here, the plan was to reach Dhangarwadi and halt for lunch at a villager's house. However, due to fog we were unable to spot the iron pole/electricity tower that pointed in the right direction. As a result, we were lost in this vast expanse of land. Weighed down by a heavy rucksack, I wished to stop for lunch. But we were unable to find the villager's house where we had intended to stop. Luckily, we found another gracious villager who allowed us to have lunch in his house. We devoured our pack lunches in his hut, and then enjoyed many glasses of buttermilk made by the villager's family.