Initially, the descend was quite easy to walk through. Yes, the snow was much more deeper, around a feet deeper, than what it had been on the way ascend. But it was soft. And the soft snow rather makes you feel home, than rush you away. So, the first few hours of descend passed easily, moving with the beats of the songs being played, and fun-frolicking around.
And suddenly, I went astray. I started running in the snow, the same snow which was difficult to walk through some while back, just to have enough time space so that I can write the names of my best people in the snow as a new year’s present. It was 31 December of 2015. And that is the magic of friendship. If gives you the power to do anything.
They give you a strange power, the strength and belief that everything’s gonna be alright, soon ????
By now, we were into three hours of descend. It was after those three hours, that the snow turned a little shallower. But, it became dusty. Till now, it had been a pure snow, and it was as if there had been a fall that just preceded our walk, and covered the walk with a fresh and a soft layer. But the patch that we were now crossing, the snow became hard and dusty.
And top it all? We didn’t had crampons for our support. It became extremely difficult to walk through without slipping at every second step. “Count the number of slips. The one with the maximum slips will remember it the most.” said the coleader and my friend slipped, just then. We laughed, even in those precarious times. And we continued moving ahead. By this time, we were considerably lagging behind.
The rest of the fleet would have already made it to the base camp, and we were still at a minimum distance of half an hour and a quarter, that was, if we would be able to maintain our present speed. And then I saw the another trek leader running towards us, just missing the slip. It was confirmed. The rest of the fleet had finished the trek.
Now, there were two trek leaders, and the two of us. Our old accompanier took my friend, and I started walking with the just new entrant, who also happen to be my favourite leader. And surprisingly enough, we started running on the dusty-hard patch. He held my hand and that gave me support. There was a strange thing with our run. Many a times, we were just on the brink of slipping, but somehow we balanced the run. I started laughing frantically. The patch was still the roughest, but it felt a little benign now.