Breaking the shackles of the professional life, You need to fly to an unheard destination and isolated place, which can be located in map hardly. You need to have that eagle eye to spot this undiscovered place.
Munsiyari located in Pithoragarh district of the hill-state Uttarakhand. Lying at the base of the mountain range, at an elevation of about 2,200 m (7,200 ft) and is a starting point of various treks into the interior of the range.
Munisari or Munsiyari means a place with snow. Situated on the banks of River Goriganga, it is coming up on the list of every traveler. Falling on the ancient salt route from Tibet and is at the entrance of the Johar Valley, which extends along the path of the Gauriganga River to its source at the Milam Glacier. The water is crystal clear as it flows down mountains.
As I was approaching the highest point en-route – Kala Muni Top – at 2700 meters, a herd of Alpine goats in the backdrop of the majestic Panchuli Peaks caught my eyes. Icy winds were blowing as I stopped for a refreshing cup of tea to warm us up.
As we glided down, from Kala Muni, it was as if entering a fairyland, as Munsiyari was visible from a distance. In a line, one besides the other was six thatched-roofed traditionally-styled cozy Kumauni huts.
The view from the huts was mesmerizing – the entire Panchuli Peaks stood out majestically in front of us. Relaxing in this serene environment we just lazed around. Late afternoon, I ventured out to visit the Tribal Museum. Items ranging from fossils to smoking pipes, wooden utensils to tribal attire, this museum surely was a treasure trove depicting vividly the tribal lifestyle.
Next day I woke up very early the next morning, anticipating a nice sunrise. Gearing up with our camera, we enthusiastically waited. As the yellowish-golden sunrays struck the Panchuli Peaks from behind, the silhouette effect it created was way too heavenly to describe in mere words.
After having my breakfast, I hiked through the virgin forest, it surely was tiring but the views were equally rewarding. After an hour’s trekking the forest opened up into grassland and at the edge was the azure Mesar Lake. I sat by in silence with the rich avian life in the company ranging from woodpeckers to crested-robins to red-billed blue magpies. After soaking ourselves thoroughly we trekked back.
The weather was turning cloudy, as we started trekking again through the meadows accompanied by a light drizzle.
Being here made me realized with many feeling which I was ignoring from a long time. Standing strongly yet the calm Himalayas was teaching a lot of things.
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