Valley of Flowers has such an aura among the outdoorsy crowd. There are as many stories about its beauty, its grandeur, as there are visitors. So I was quite excited about finally paying a visit to this famed valley on my way up to Bhyunder Khal.
Just like Hemkund Sahib, its equally famed neighbour, the Valley of Flowers too is closed to visitors during the winter months and it formally reopens on 1st of June. The entry to the valley is through a tiny checkpost just ahead of Ghangaria. So having camped overnight at Ghangaria, we reached the checkpost early next morning. It was May 30th, a day before the formal opening. We however has special permission to enter the valley early so we were waved on without much further ado.
After crossing the checkpost one follows a rather well marked path up and down the mountain which is quite steep at times. After almost an hour of more or less continuous climbing one eventually reaches the head of the valley. This is the point from which one can see the entire valley open in front of you in a huge V, the banks of the opposing mountains stunningly converted into a lush carpet of flowers. It is said that through out the season the flowering changes every two weeks, so every two weeks the stunning carpet is relaid, awash with new colours, new patterns, new beauty. They say the view is simply mesmerising.
Maybe so, but I do feel that the 'over-the-top' description may be a bit euphoric simply because of the effort one has put into trekking up to the head of the valley. I mean one is all huffing, puffing, sweaty and hot, limbs are aching, throat is parched and what not. One has seen nothing but scraggy brown mountains for the last one hour and suddenly one's eye falls on this carpet of flowers. No wonder the mind goes ballistic.
Anyway, lets come to our effort, it was ditto till we reached the head of the valley. We were huffing, puffing, sweaty and hot. Our limbs were aching, our throats were dry. We had seen nothing but scraggy brown mountains for the past hour and our now finally our eyes fell on the immense valley in front of us.....
But as we stood there our eyes fell not on a riot of colours but on a carpet of green shrubs. It was too early in the season for the flowers to bloom. Some change of the plot... eh?????
Heartbroken but otherwise just as tired and achy, I remembered what one of my teachers often said...... "Effort is not everything, timing is equally critical for success"
Unfortunately for us, our timing was off by atleast a week or ten days.
Just like Hemkund Sahib, its equally famed neighbour, the Valley of Flowers too is closed to visitors during the winter months and it formally reopens on 1st of June. The entry to the valley is through a tiny checkpost just ahead of Ghangaria. So having camped overnight at Ghangaria, we reached the checkpost early next morning. It was May 30th, a day before the formal opening. We however has special permission to enter the valley early so we were waved on without much further ado.
After crossing the checkpost one follows a rather well marked path up and down the mountain which is quite steep at times. After almost an hour of more or less continuous climbing one eventually reaches the head of the valley. This is the point from which one can see the entire valley open in front of you in a huge V, the banks of the opposing mountains stunningly converted into a lush carpet of flowers. It is said that through out the season the flowering changes every two weeks, so every two weeks the stunning carpet is relaid, awash with new colours, new patterns, new beauty. They say the view is simply mesmerising.
Maybe so, but I do feel that the 'over-the-top' description may be a bit euphoric simply because of the effort one has put into trekking up to the head of the valley. I mean one is all huffing, puffing, sweaty and hot, limbs are aching, throat is parched and what not. One has seen nothing but scraggy brown mountains for the last one hour and suddenly one's eye falls on this carpet of flowers. No wonder the mind goes ballistic.
Anyway, lets come to our effort, it was ditto till we reached the head of the valley. We were huffing, puffing, sweaty and hot. Our limbs were aching, our throats were dry. We had seen nothing but scraggy brown mountains for the past hour and our now finally our eyes fell on the immense valley in front of us.....
But as we stood there our eyes fell not on a riot of colours but on a carpet of green shrubs. It was too early in the season for the flowers to bloom. Some change of the plot... eh?????
Heartbroken but otherwise just as tired and achy, I remembered what one of my teachers often said...... "Effort is not everything, timing is equally critical for success"
Unfortunately for us, our timing was off by atleast a week or ten days.
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I like what your teacher said... how very true... Keep on sharing these pearls of wisdom :)
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