The New Year 2015,began on a happy note for team Pashatuks as we hit the trail post breakfast for Mukteswar, a distance of around 30 Kms from our Hotel .The route is through the Nainital - Mukteswar highway.
After around a kilometer of travel on the route we started getting the white vision.We called it the white vision because, previously where we were getting patches of snow around our surroundings, we started getting patches of land midst the snow. Everywhere we looked, it was white.It was obvious that the roads were cleaned up,but even then there were mounds of snow on the road, over which we took the greatest pleasure of driving over,Flattening it with our 2000 Kilo heavy car.Not the safest of things to do, because if the tyres skidded , we could have landed in the deep ravines and killed ourselves. Pashatuks strictly discourages any reader to even try it.
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We wanted to stop everywhere- we were like greedy children let loose in a candy store.We wanted our fill of snow and nature -and our man at the wheel was getting irritated because he realised that we would never get to our destination and come back to Ramgarh on the same day, as we had planned. So we were all trooped into the car and literally bundled off with the promise to stop only where we would get soft snow to realise an old dream of making a snowman!
Suddenly it seemed that the joy of traveling was diminished. Pashatuks has never enjoyed being pushed onto moving ahead, but we had little time and wanted to see as much of the place as we could.
But one cant really be very angry with Vistas like this constantly uplifting our mood and all our grumbles vanished
Suddenly we found ourselves stopping at this point on our left, where we could see mountains that are normally green, covered in snow and one look below and we realized that we had found our own special zone. Our own secluded belt of snow and ice where we could build our snowman uninterrupted and frolic like small children.
We started building our snowman midst a lot of snowball fights and general cheer.The pictures below would give the reader and idea of the fun we had.
Our snowman was a perfect gentleman whose head went rolling off the cliff the moment Tuks posed with him and blew him a kiss.Suddenly the cold started seeping through the soles of our footwear and we decided that it was enough.Any kind of physical discomfort could ruin a perfectly good holiday,so we bundled into the car and hit for Mukteshwar.
Orchard after orchard (apple, pear, walnut and what have you) ran along the roadside beautiful in their stark leafless state. The pristine white snow and the clear blue skies with clouds floating formed the picture perfect backdrop on a cold winter day. Difficult to feel anything but good.
All too soon we were crossing the veterinary institute, which impressed us by its sheer area and the quaint Buildings.Being animal lovers, pashatuks would have loved to linger on for a while,but with the paucity of time we decided to move on towards Chauli ki jali, an amazing cliff formation.
We had to park the car at KMVN Mukteshwar because the official parking for the place was filled with snow. The trail leading from the KMVN was a typical mountain trail with overhanging mountain trees. We stopped at Mehras cafe- a small outfit at the base of the climb for the cliff.One gets typical hill Maggie out here. You must try it.
There we met two young boys who had driven up all the way from Aligarh and were obviously hard core bikers, going by their kits and the way their bikes were kitted.
The snow and slush ridden trail led us to the best possible view of the Himalayas seen in a long time.But what is mention worthy is the fact that these two bikers that we met managed to take their bike right up the top braving the trail and the rocks- Pashatuks will put up the videos of such daredevilry very soon.
We had a fantastic time here and while conversing with the locals we understood that a fair happens in this place every year and couples who long for children come here for blessings.
The clouds started rolling in and we decided to hit back for Ramgarh. On the way, we stopped at the local Kilmora shop. There were plenty of mountain products, but we did not find it value for money.
The way back saw us trying to locate Rabindranath Tagores erstwhile residence with no success. Then we made a short detour to Nathuakhan, which was spoken of in our circles in glowing terms. We found the place barren and devoid of snow- hence the beauty described by the person visiting the place during the fruit season missed us.
And there we were back to the cosy comforts of our KMVN TRH and ready to call it a day.
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We wanted to stop everywhere- we were like greedy children let loose in a candy store.We wanted our fill of snow and nature -and our man at the wheel was getting irritated because he realised that we would never get to our destination and come back to Ramgarh on the same day, as we had planned. So we were all trooped into the car and literally bundled off with the promise to stop only where we would get soft snow to realise an old dream of making a snowman!
Suddenly it seemed that the joy of traveling was diminished. Pashatuks has never enjoyed being pushed onto moving ahead, but we had little time and wanted to see as much of the place as we could.
We started building our snowman midst a lot of snowball fights and general cheer.The pictures below would give the reader and idea of the fun we had.
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| his hair was a tuft of dried grass that we picked up and Cap belonged to Tuks |
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| The great snowball fight |
Orchard after orchard (apple, pear, walnut and what have you) ran along the roadside beautiful in their stark leafless state. The pristine white snow and the clear blue skies with clouds floating formed the picture perfect backdrop on a cold winter day. Difficult to feel anything but good.
All too soon we were crossing the veterinary institute, which impressed us by its sheer area and the quaint Buildings.Being animal lovers, pashatuks would have loved to linger on for a while,but with the paucity of time we decided to move on towards Chauli ki jali, an amazing cliff formation.
We had to park the car at KMVN Mukteshwar because the official parking for the place was filled with snow. The trail leading from the KMVN was a typical mountain trail with overhanging mountain trees. We stopped at Mehras cafe- a small outfit at the base of the climb for the cliff.One gets typical hill Maggie out here. You must try it.
There we met two young boys who had driven up all the way from Aligarh and were obviously hard core bikers, going by their kits and the way their bikes were kitted.
The snow and slush ridden trail led us to the best possible view of the Himalayas seen in a long time.But what is mention worthy is the fact that these two bikers that we met managed to take their bike right up the top braving the trail and the rocks- Pashatuks will put up the videos of such daredevilry very soon.
We had a fantastic time here and while conversing with the locals we understood that a fair happens in this place every year and couples who long for children come here for blessings.
The clouds started rolling in and we decided to hit back for Ramgarh. On the way, we stopped at the local Kilmora shop. There were plenty of mountain products, but we did not find it value for money.
The way back saw us trying to locate Rabindranath Tagores erstwhile residence with no success. Then we made a short detour to Nathuakhan, which was spoken of in our circles in glowing terms. We found the place barren and devoid of snow- hence the beauty described by the person visiting the place during the fruit season missed us.
And there we were back to the cosy comforts of our KMVN TRH and ready to call it a day.
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