The Conclusion to this Journey to Bali Pass
Bali Pass : Day 0, reaching Dehradun
Bali Pass : Day 1, arriving in Sankri from Dehradun
Bali Pass : Day 2, journey to Seema from Sankri
Bali Pass : Day 3, journey to Waterfall Camp
Bali Pass : Day 4, journey to Ruinsara Lake
Bali Pass : Day 5, journey to the Basecamp
Bali Pass : Day 6, a chilling ascent, summit triumph, and a snowy descent
The next morning we took leave from the snowy campsite and went downhill yet again.
The landscape began to change, from rocky hills to meadow like descents.
We finally reached a point which was told to us to be the final stretch of the arduous walk.
Look down, and one sight of the towering height sent shivers down the spine. I had to be careful, a single slip, could mean instant death.
But we had a porter for each person to help traverse the downhill climb. They held our hands on one side and told us to walk along the wall of the cliff in order to gain balance.
Some people even sat on the ground and crawled through each step due to the fear of standing and losing balance.
After that risky descent, it was a straightforward path through the meadows.
Once we reached campsite, it was a slight letdown compared to our previous camps. The sheer reason being the place was littered with goat droppings and slippery mud. It was more of a cultivated land and the tent was set up at a slope making walking back and forth a calculated ordeal.
I slipped a few times just getting up to my tent from the common dining area. There were also a lot of insects and small white fleas that would crawl up and settle on your skin if you weren’t constantly moving and actively shooing it away.
All in all, this campsite was not the most pleasant, but I was still reliving the memories of the last few days, so I forgot about the minor inconvenience.
I have to admit, I was really really waiting to get back home,
Dare I say, even craving my mother’s delicious home food.
Put a plate of Upma and Channa masala in front, I would gladly devour it…
The next morning we got ready to walk back. It was a descent down the forests, a sort of déjà vu from the first few days of the Bali pass trek.
When we reached Yamunotri, I was finally able see the familiar 4 bars of mobile signal on my phone, a reminder that we were finally back.