As the
whispering pines echo down the valleys of
Garhwal, in the eastern Himalaya, the Gods
seem to talk to you. They surely live here.
Imagination strains to be deciphered while
legends seem to come alive.
A land of sylvan beauty, with rich deep
forests of century old cedars and cyprus and
where folklore that sound like love songs
blessed with the gentle art of persuasion to
trek this fabulous land. Sleepy villages
churn out woolens on their looms while blood
red, rhododendrons sway with the gentle
breeze, Each campsite is idllyic in setting
while the night sounds lull you to sleep. To
your left left and to your right , lofty
mountain snows beckon you to make your
resolutions and temples remind you of
colourful mythology. Spring blossoms give
way to vivid green in summer and on to
ochre, rust and brown in autumn.
This ethereal beauty grows on you and likens
itself to song of an oriole, and the hymns
sung to watchful Gods. The Kumaon hills are
among the most beautiful in the Himalayas.
Low altitude treks abound, while further
north; the massifs of Nanda Devi have
beckoned mountaineers for years. The scope
for trekking is immense from short walks to
the ambitious and arduous glacial treks,.
The diversity is staggering and legion.
