After much deliberation, we decided to trek to Triund the following day. There was a lot of uncertainty at the outset. However, as we gathered momentum, the trek proved to be a thoroughly enriching experience. The original group was back in action with one additional member who was younger, fitter and more experienced. The weather was definitely on our side with the perfect balance of sun and shade. It wasn't as grueling as we expected it to be, but the snaky trail was tediously long. The last stretch through the deodars and rhododendrons was steeper with 22 switchbacks, each of which promised never-before glimpses of virgin nature. Every step along the way came with a realization - what a miss it would have been, had we given in to the frailties of the body and mind and stayed put at the base, forever wondering how it felt to be up there among the clouds. Inching forward through the mist with aching legs, awed by the magnificence of the landscape surrounding us, we managed to break the barriers of the mind and conquer the pristine heights of Triund. Camping gear was available on rent from the recreation shacks. For some reason, the most popular food in the most inaccessible regions like this one is Maggi. We assuaged our hunger pangs with a bowl of hot noodles and gamboled around like the feisty horses and cows grazing on the grass.