The last night was cold. EXTREMELY cold. There was no hot water in the morning. We were only one degree and a teaspoon sugar away from turning into Popsicle.
There were no such plans, but the glorious view of the glowing Kedarnath in the night from Chopta compelled us to not stop at this.
Determined as we were, began for Chandrashila with Lucky, a local guy from a nearby village. Those stair-like steps always become very tiring. It was sunny, it was cold, we were sweating.
And what? I started seeing chunks of snow on the steps. I started getting all those caterpillars and butterflies in my stomach, lungs and throat. Soon enough, the entire way was filled with slushy snow, thick snow and black ice in parts and it became a task to walk even a few steps.