To travel to an unwelcoming terrain is often discomforting in the beginning. Getting to the Spitian cold desert at an altitude of above 14,000 ft. makes you wonder with awe & be shit-scared at the same time at every turn of the road. Not to mention, the news of landslides & general lack of oxygen keeps up the drama to the full gear.
But like in real life, travel shows that getting uncomfortable is how mankind has always evolved… A new dimension, a fresh perspective is added to one’s life, opening up the Pandora box of unfettered possibilities to life, love, & human endurance.
There’s no dearth of mountainous regions one can visit when it comes to India – green mountains, brown mountains, blue rivers, and even snow-clad white mountains.
But what if all the above colors could be found at one place ? I never believed it till I saw it with my own eyes in the magical canvas of Lahaul and Spiti.
My plan for Spiti has been postponed incessantly for 4 years, but magic happens in life when it is meant to happen, not a moment before or after.
A last-minute plan with a cousin with no prior booking or planning is how I reached Spiti , a river valley which presents a different landscape at every turn of the road.
It almost feels like the creator is playing with a magic brush, painting a curious color combination at every turn. 🙂
Once you visit this landscape,you realize why the Himalayas were named ‘The Great Himalayan Range’. Viewing such a stunning landscape at the elevation of above 17,000 ft opens one’s eyes & mind’s eyes to the possibility of creator’s magical paint brush. 🙂