re: V-CrossedŽ - The introductory summer escapade to Himachal Day 9: Chitkul to Daran ghati
Just similar to Kalpa, good mountain view was available from the window of the room and it was so refreshing waking up in the morning. There was good no of camp stays on the downhill portion just by the side of the river and few people were sipping the morning tea sitting by the side of water.
Our room
Parking lot
The surrounding vista
We took bath, had again a tasty meal of paratha and sabji and bid adieu to the courteous staffs of the hotel.
View from the breakfast table
It was a lovely warm morning with no trace of bad weather whatsoever. Retracing the path back through the same wonderful road traversed the day before. With frequent stops for photo breaks it was a leisurely journey back to the Sangla turn off and then in the main highway, NH 22.
Journey throug the wide winding road was uneventful with the Vcross steadily cruising along the river Sutlej. It was around noon time we took the right turn from the main highway towards Gaura. The road suddenly becomes much narrower and on top of that there is a market area on the ascent portion with quite good no of vehicles all around! Took us some time to get settled with the chaos and after that the journey was much better. Reached Gaura around 3 and in the nearby market area had a late lunch with rice & chicken curry. Some stop over at the rest houses en-route took us some time and we reached Mashnoo around 5. The tarred road ends here and the narrow steep rocky track towards Daran branches off from here. We missed the turn, went ahead and took a U-turn from the nearby bus stand. The next few kms was steep uphil climb through apple orchards and we could hardly stop to take any photo. It was a nice deserted trail with dense greeneries all around.
Travelling through the sunshine and shadows, we steadily climbed through the 12 km stretch to Daranghati and reached there just before the onset of evening. It was a totally secluded area with snow cladded peaks visible at the distance through the dense jungle.
Initially we planned to camp out, but seeing the caretaker of the rest house, somehow felt lethargic and thought to check out the accommodation availability. My wife struck up a conversation with the caretaker who was taking off the quilts kept in the sun to dry out. He clearly mentioned that there is shortage of water. Since we were carrying the 20 L bottle which was largely unused we told the water issue could be taken care of. Sharing a few experience from our past Himachal trips and dropping names of few places and some govt. official helped our cause and finally we got green signal to stay there for the night but were told that only one room would be made available. We settled for the time being and the truck was parked inside the premise of the rest house. Few of the electrical points inside including the ones for geysers etc was burnt and the caretaker informed that it happened few days ago, during the heavy thunderstorm and rain, on the same day we thought to come up this route (on the 2nd day of our journey!). Also few cattle in the nearby village died in the lightning strike the same day. It was indeed a wise decision not to come here on that day amidst such turbulence.
While taking out few necessary baggage for the night again it was found that some previous rainwater did not completely dry off! So we decided to take everything out and put the drenched stuffs in the corridor to get back to nromal condition. The evening was setting in and we put the camp chairs outside to enjoy the solitude. The caretaker turned out to be a good fellow and soon prepared some nice tea for us. We handed over packets of soups and also few packets of ready to cook meals for the dinner. He was bit comfortable to know that only heating the packets would be good enough and there was no need to cook anything separately! While sipping the hot soups he shared many interesting stories of the region including a local demon who used to take form of any human or animal to lure and trap locals till a few years back! In recent time, during the winter time the area gets some die-hard bird enthusiast visitors who come in search of the elusive western tragopan when they come down from the higher altitudes. He also shared that normally he lives totally alone in this place and it was only because of some road construction activity, few Nepalese workers were staying in the vicinity for the time being. He also pointed few old, abandoned structures each of which was used for some purpose during the English regime including one for the stable and one as a check post. It was a different experience listening to the varities of stories under the moonlit sky with a chilly atmosphere all around. Dinner was taken around 9 and slowly and politely I requested him to open the other room also just for the night since there were three of us apart from our little daughter. Probably by that time he gained some confidence about us and somehow agreed for the same. We hit the bed around ten and this was supposed to be our last night out before resuming the return journey the next day.
A star trail attempt washed away in light
Last edited by Kandisa : 7th October 2017 at 22:09.
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