Part II: The Divinity All Around
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| Part 1: The Infinite Meadows |
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| Litham campsite en-route Chandranahan waterfall |
June 22: Dayara (3400 m) to Litham (3560 m), 3 hours
It’s a beautiful morning, when you wake up to the sweet smell of the meadows, the tinkling of cattle bells, the calls for hot tea and the sights of the wisps of smoke billowing from firewood in the cold air, against the backdrop of mighty mountains!
Some more wanderings
We were greeted by crisp blue skies. Gaurav and I decided to walk uphill as far as we could go, meandering through herds of cattle, and carefully avoiding stepping onto impeccant little flowers, till we realized that these flowers are omnipresent and we were unable to avoid stepping on them! We went quite far, towards the cliff which was cut by the humble looking stream which flowed through Dayara. Although it looked merely a stone’s throw away, it took us nearly an hour to return to our campsite from this excursion.
The breakfast was ready; we treated ourselves to delicious pancakes along with cornflakes!
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Across the valley, just near the razor-sharp crests, a lone lammergeyer decided to make an appearance - a “flight of freedom”. A first sign of life, opposite the valley, apart from the dim flickering light the other night…
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| Flight of freedom! |
A little hiccup
Within the next hour, we readied ourselves for yet another adventurous trek to our next campsite Litham. “If you call this most beautiful campsite, wait till you reach Litham!” Saranbir said, as we un-pitched our tent. Meanwhile, one of our fellow trekker Sandhya was lying down feeling unwell, and her husband along with a few crew members stayed on to look after her. “Don’t worry, she would come along pretty soon” said Saranbir. Given her expansive trek experience (she is Indiahikes co-founder, with experience of 30+ treks!), I did not give it a second thought, not knowing that fate had other plans!
The ups and downs and the solitude
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| Beautiful vista of the Dhauladhar mountains (meaning: The White Range) |
Just a few minutes into the trek, just as we crossed a fold of the mountain, we witnessed another breath-taking vista: that of vanilla clad Dhauladhar Mountains flanked by sharp-edged chocolaty Chanshal Mountains on the right and undulating green meadows on the left. |
| Crossing the stream |
Today’s trek was not much daunting. It was mostly flat, almost entirely on meadows, with a few stream-crossings in between. For each of the stream-crossings, we descended through a small patch of forest up till the rivulet, used wooden logs or boulders to cross the stream, and then ascend again sharply through a similar patch of forest. Each time, the descending part was slippery and the ascending part pretty tiring. But at the end of each ascent, we were rewarded by the beautiful views of white Dhauladhar Mountains, each time closer than the previous time.
We walked in a queue on the narrow trails, or sometimes in small groups on flatter areas. Sometimes, I was all alone, others out of line of sight. This invoked feelings of total solitude, as if I am cut-off from the rest of the world, in the lap of mighty Himalayas! |
| Me (at top) taking a different route! (PC: Sanjhi Khanna) |
Oversized poncho
While we were enjoying the serenity of nature, we were unwary of the clouds getting darker with each passing minute. Soon it began drizzling, which prompted us to enwrap ourselves in ponchos. My poncho was quite big, and I was continuously tripping on it. This, along with the slippery trail and steep slopes, made my traverse quite unnerving!  |
| Steep slopes |
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| Colourful ponchos! |
After crossing (actually, hopping through!) a boulder section, we rested for a while, enjoying the beauty all around. We were offered unrestricted view of the Pabbar River flowing just below, surrounded by the emerald meadows criss-crossed by frozen streams.  |
| How many shades of Green can you see? |
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Across the valley, the dark mountains become more precipitous, and the snow pinnacles mystically hide under the grey clouds…
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Hailstorm at Litham!
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| First rendezvous with frozen ice! |
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| Tired... |
The landslide section just afterwards was quite tricky – it felt as if we were traversing through a quicksand. Just half an hour later, at around 12.30, we reached our campsite Litham. As soon as we reached, it began pouring, with hailstones accompanying. A shallow fog enveloped the campsite and mesmerising views were cut-off. We were out in the open, getting drenched in the cold rain, waiting for porters who carried our tents to arrive. Some of us went up to a nearby stream (which we later came to know that this was actually river Pabbar!) Here, we had our first rendezvous with ice frozen over the stream!
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| The rugged mountains |
Soon, the porters arrived, and the tents were pitched in no time. For the next hour or two, we were inside our tents, still incognisant of the beauty all around us – a mighty waterfall on the left, a beautiful confluence just ahead, ice bridges on the streams nearby and greenery all around, not to mention the backdrop of mighty Himalayas!
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| The Chandranahan waterfall |
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| Adding to the fog! |
While it was pouring outside, Saranbir and Co were busy preparing delicious Biryani for us. I spent some time with them inside the kitchen tent gazing the precipitation outside, watching the preparation inside, playing card games, sipping warm ginger-water and soaking in the hospitality of the warm hearted Pahadi people; all the while listening to some of the best travel music being played on Saranbir’s mobile! “How do you manage to keep your phone battery charged?” I asked Saran. He replied, “When some porter goes to the base camp (Janglik) for refilling rations’ stock, I give my mobile to them so that they can get it fully charged!” I realized that for the locals, Janglik is just a few hours’ trek away from Litham, while for us city-people, it is a two days’ strenuous trek!
Silver lining
The dusk dawned, and clouds parted to give mesmerising views of the fresh snows high up on the crests. Veteran Paras Ram spellbound us with tales of adventures during his times of yore. Meanwhile, a playful black whelp caught our attention; or rather its attention was caught by us! For the next two days, it followed us wherever we went. 
Soon, we assembled for dinner, and afterwards called it a day. At the heart of Pabbar valley, one of the remotest parts of the Himalaya, cut-off from rest of the world, we spent a blissful evening with a group of unknowns, intermingling in each other’s life, gaining different perspectives and forming new bonds…
Today, though beautiful, was quite uneventful, and the next day more than made up for this!
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| Kahin door jab din dhal jaye... (Somewhere far away when the day ends...) |
June 23: Litham (3560 m) to Chandranahan (4080 m), back to Litham, 5.5 hours
The weather was crisp. The ambiance enchanted all the five senses!
The serene waterfall
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| Rob in the foreground |
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| Gaurav, Sourabdip, Aditya and I |
After breakfast, I looked up towards the Chandranahan waterfall which we had to climb in order to reach the lake. The waterfall looked serene, but the climb looked strenuous.
The mind-numbing climb
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| Litham campsite en-route Chandranahan waterfall |
The mind-numbing climb
The waterfall climb brought back memory of the exhausting climb to Didina village during Roopund trek. |
| Heaved up halfway, phew! |
However, just to reach the base of that climb, we had to traverse a rockfall, hopping from boulder to boulder, cautious of loose and slippery rocks and the gaps between them. One missed step, and you can break your ankle! Further ahead, we also had to cross a stream coming from an adjoining valley. In about 2 hours, at 9.45 am, we reached the base from where the leg-breaking climb would begin. As we took some rest, I noticed that the tents in our campsite looked mere specks on the vast expanse of green meadows of Litham! |
| Steep climb over the boulders |
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| Notice the herd of sheep crossing the frozen bridge over a rivulet! |
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| Steep climb! |
Top of the waterfall
At the top, we entered an alpine amphitheatre – a U-shaped valley beyond, cut by the mystical Pabbar, flanked by the sky-piercing peaks on either side! The Lake sits at somewhere in the middle of this amphitheatre.
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| Playful pooch cooling down after tough climb! |
The view from the top of the waterfall was truly unique and intimidating! We each took turns to go up till the very edge of the narrow cliff, on one side of which was the booming waterfall and the other side a deep ravine!
The sacred place
After a little break, we directed our steps towards the U-shaped valley for Chandranahan Lake. The entire valley is considered sacred by the locals – a one can actually feel the mystical divinity all around. Within another half hour, we reached a shallow, semi-frozen body of water. The water was placid and crystal clear, inducing a calming effect. “This,” said Saranbir, “is first of the 7 lakes of Chandranahan”. What? 7 lakes!? “The Chandranahan is actually a group of 7 lakes. The farthest lake is about 4-5 hours far from here” informed Saranbir, as we walked on the shore of the ‘first’ lake. “It takes almost two full days of treacherous trek to visit all the 7 lakes. Since we are short of time, we are going to visit only this lake” continued Saranbir nonchalantly.
So, this is just the one-seventh of the total picture! We were disheartened – not being able to cover the whole Chandranahan. Sensing the disappointment, Saranbir explained “Majority of the lakes would be frozen at this time, so one would not be able to make out whether it’s a lake or a snow-field. And you would be encountering plenty of snow-fields during the final traverse!”
Ok, but still just one of the 7 lakes? “All right”, said Saranbir, “if we hurry, we may visit a few more lakes nearby”. These words were like music to our ears!
Barefoot over the snow!
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| One of the further lakes (PC: Sanjhi Khanna) |
The next hour was the most amusing hour of the trek! “Since this place is sacred, leather articles and shoes are prohibited further on, lest you want to anger the Mountain Gods here.” Imagine, running bare-feet on ice, that too at an altitude of 13,000 ft!
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| Barefoot over snow! (PC: Sanjhi Khanna) |
Divinity all around
I got up and ran towards the next lake. With small cascading waterfall downstream, mighty snow-walls on both sides of the river upstream, and a small puddle of crystal clear water in the middle, the scenery was straight out of the postcards! We crossed the narrower section of the lake just above the cascade to reach the other side; the rocky river-bed gave us pedicure of sorts! The whole experience was rejuvenating and heavenly!
The place is so virgin and so remote high up in the Himalayas that one can actually feel the Divine presence all around!
The descent
After this little excursion to the Further Lakes, we receded towards the first lake, again sprinting through the snow fields, hopping over the small streams and walking on the grassy patches. The feeling of the warmth induced by the grassy patches was welcoming. Soon, after some rest, we soon found ourselves facing a tough task of descending the sharp drop alongside Chandranahan waterfall. Fortunately, the descent over the exposed face of the mountain happened without any mishap.
After crossing the virulent stream and hopping across unstable rocks, we were back to the safety of our camp. We had delicious Biryani for lunch. Soon after, the clouds bellowed and it started drizzling again. We sat inside our tents while Adi played some incredible tunes with his harmonica.
The great hospitality
Gaurav, Adi and I heard rumours that phone signals can be caught somewhere little afar from the camp area. In search of the evasive signals (which we would never find), we set out to explore the surroundings, and interact with the local shepherds and if lucky, call home and communicate our well-being.
The green expanse was dotted with the sheep of all shapes and sizes. Our curiosity propelled us towards a shepherd’s tent nearby that hosted 2 shepherds – a humble canopy made of vibrant blue plastic sheet in contrast to our modern Quechua tents. We learnt how tough their life is: they spend weeks together in wild terrain, away from their families and cut-off from the rest of the world, mending the sheep and also themselves. “Sometimes we also go to the inaccessible areas, to find rare herbs and flora”.
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Across the valley, I envision 2 young shepherds barely clinging to the exposed face of the mountain, trusting a dim flickering light, searching for the elusive herbs while looking out for wild animals…
I instantly recall the dim flickering light I saw across the valley at Dayara, those indeed were some daring shepherds going to the extreme for the sake of their families…
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I instantly recall the dim flickering light I saw across the valley at Dayara, those indeed were some daring shepherds going to the extreme for the sake of their families…
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They offered us the food they were preparing for themselves. We were so stunned by this incredible hospitality that we couldn’t refuse. The three of us shared a delicious chapatti with green saag while listening to their mesmerising stories!
A supper to remember
The night grew colder. Back at the campsite, a camp fire was lit. The porters sang local songs, while we enjoyed the dinner. Gaurav, Adi and I shared same plate to avoid the tedious task of washing the plates in cold water! Lastly, we had delicious Gulab Jamun, the tastiest I ever had in my entire life, made by none other than Saran!
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Across the valley, we hear a rumbling noise quite suddenly, and see some sparks, as if some lightning has struck a far-off mountain.
I notice the clear sky above. “It’s not lightening”, explains Saranbir. “You would see for yourself when we cross that area next morning…”
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I notice the clear sky above. “It’s not lightening”, explains Saranbir. “You would see for yourself when we cross that area next morning…”
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Other trekker's blogs:
1. https://antimakhanna.com/buran-ghati/
Sources:
1. https://indiahikes.com/buran-ghati/
2. http://www.indiamike.com/india/trekking-and-mountaineering-in-india-f89/help-buran-ghati-t53936/
3. Narrative of a Journey from Caunpoor to the Borendo Pass in the Himalayas, Alexander Gerard
4. Account of Koonawur in the Himalaya, Alexander Gerard
5. Pics Credit: As above
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