This weekend was one of the most amazing weekends ever. My new found hobby of trekking is fast turning into a passion.
Well, my intern requires me to work on every Saturday except the second and I had been wanting to go on a trek ever since my first one to Nagala. I was hoping a good one would come up on the second weekend. Well, it did. And what more, it was exploration trek! And it had the names of people in CTC I was raring to meet in person!!
The first day, we climbed up to some 800m to a peak. After many moderately steep climbs and long walks, we got to this viewpoint to have this view.
Then no one was sure where to find water, so we started from there in search of water. Luckily, Peter had some idea on where there could be water, and trekking along for another km or two, we reached a small stream and a super-flat amazing camp-site where we planned to stay the night. We made the fire, had dinner and found places to sleep. There had not been much sun during the day, the views had been simply amazing and we had just found a place with water where we could have a long rest before the descent the next day. I felt the gods had been smiling on us.
Well, in half an hour, the gods just decided to rain on us. Just like that. And it rained like hell. We scrambled under the tarpaulin sheets and were just sitting there hoping that rain would stop so that we could have some sleep. All the clothes were wet and it was getting cold. Finally the rain subsided for a while and before it started again, we had pitched the sheets as tents, put a few sleeping mats together and crashed for the night.
The next morning, the sun shone bright and a couple of people who were injured the previous day started off on an easy trail back to the base while we started off on another adventure of checking out a couple of valleys. Well, lets just say I am not a big fan of heights. So naturally, I find ascending easier than descending. The decent started normally and was going along well till we reached the valley. It was damn steep and the rain the previous night just made things worse by making the rocks loose. We proceeded along this moderately steep descent till we reached a place where we couldn't proceed along the valley as it was a vertical drop. We had to go along an alternate route.
On both the treks I have been on so far, there is some point where I feel "Damn, why did I even sign up for this". I felt so at this point. This is a very important feeling for me as this is the point where I learn a lot and this is the point where my physical and emotional limits are reached. This is the point where all my fears are at their worst but I still know that there is no other choice but to confront and fight them and proceed forward.
We proceeded slowly along the wall of rock on the side till we reached a place where there was a bit of foothold to climb down. This I don't remember how I crossed. What I remember is that when I did cross this point, I felt I had left a tiny tiny bit of my fears behind. I felt I was a better trekker then than what I had been at the start of the trek. The sense of achievement is one of its kind.
We had reached this spot and had lunch. I learnt that one half of the descent was over.
Every trek is just unbelievable for me and here I am, sitting on a Monday evening with almost every inch of my body fatigued and with infinite cuts and bruises on my arms and legs, and still already yearning for my next trek and hoping it would be as good as this one.