More of the other side

I will confess it did start seeming like a trudge at some point, so much so that I even wanted to have a post titled 'Trek or Trudge?' The unforgiving road, the really hot sun, long days of walking on the hard road. There was a time on the day I walked from Muktinath to Jomsom that it felt like a Spaghetti Western. One person, only one person in a vast expanse of a desert, no settlement for ages, no water in sight except the dirty river. Then, a small settlement with huts. I almost felt like Robert Redford or Clint Eastwood. :)

It went on like that but with a little more crowd for a couple more days. And then things changed. Like they always do. Kali Gandaki remembered that it was a mountain river. The mountains remembered that it was not illegal to have trees on them. There were wheat fields and a whole lot of early spring flowers. Life was back