When my husband and I started visiting mountains together, I used to break into a song and dance about any snow capped peak I could spot even if it was at a great distance. Seshadri, who had trekked before would tease me a lot and always brag about his experiences of walking on snow for hours on end. I never paid any attention, I was happy with whatever I could see!
Finally, in the year 2002 we trekked through Sar Paas in Himanchal Pradesh. On day four of the trek, I spotted a brown dirty patch of snow for the first in my 30 years of life. It was a bit off the track, but I took pains to go near it and touch it. I again broke into a song and dance about it. When I now see others doing it, I understand there feeling, I have not forgotten that first thrill at all.
But even in my wildest dreams I could never imagine the sight that waited for me a few hours later, when we reached our campsite, Nagaru. As far as the eye could see, there was snow everywhere, even beneath my feet. Even though it was a feast for my eyes, it posed a few other problems. First off, I was not wearing proper trekking shoes, and for that day and the next, I slipped and slipped whenever I tried to walk, which on a trek is pretty often! Then it was so damn cold. And when the sun comes out the sown becomes a slush, which makes it very difficult to walk. I remember we started early in the morning, around 3.00 am so that we could cross the snow before it became slush and arrive at the other side! Still, seeing snow for the first time. is one of the most cherished memories of my life.