Past midnight, the real adventure began. We crossed the Alaknanda River, the road then started following the river in it's opposite flow up into the Nandadevi Ranges. One side a deep valley & river and steepy loose mountains to the other which would colllasp any moment without any prior notice. Dark Midnight's drive and terrible stories about the place made it even more thriller.
Around 3:00, only the Satan and wild animals would have been patrolling the valleys, we were moving forward holding our breaths. "God Save Us", my friend was chanting along the way. We arrived at a place called Nandprayag and forced to stop by a landslide ahead. Witnessed the feeling of a lone wolf, frightened to step outs the vehicle and look for alternate way. "Mother Nature, Give us the courage", I whispered to myself and got off the vehicle. It took another 10mins to clean up the road enough to ensure the vehicle to move ahead.
The air had lost all it's heat way back at my home (Alwar, in Rajasthan), every inch felt like a mile, yes it was my first trip this far in the north.
We reached Joshimath at the dawn, 4:00a.m., silence in the air, no motel was awake, sleepy heads around, I was afraid of the patrolling dogs outside the only hotel where reception lights was glowing...