Summer arrived, blazing and crackling. The air sizzled frying at forty five degrees (Celsius). Fed up with living in air conditioned existence we decided it was time to leave the city.
So Hubby, Babar and I with our suitcases packed for a seven day adventure, drove up and up the mountain chasing some chilly wind.
The roads tapered off as we were nearing the top sending some nervous flutter in my heart.
Then it soared when my eyes behold the snowy peaks in the horizons.
Holding my breath while Hubby turned the car around , tires rolling by a hair’s breadth on the edge of the cliff , I was left thinking the camp owners may have some sadistic streak . After enduring the torment of that snaky ascent they make sure the thrill continues with the roller coaster descent.
Waking up the next morning after a very sound sleep, sipping tea in front of the tent with the mighty snowy mountain right in front of me, I was filled with a deep seated feeling of well being.
When Hubby and Babar finally roused, off we went hiking towards the mighty stream. Furious cascading water thundering down from the melting snow of the northern Himalayan peaks.
The energetic canine run to and pro, going mad with freedom to leap and bound. Once or twice he braved the icy water and dipped his toes. Oh how he loved the water! He would swim if not for the angry flow.
Days in the camp passed by like a dream. We were lulled into calmness and serenity. All our silly worldly cares momentarily forgotten.
I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.