Roopkund trek review, over the hills and far away

Roopkund trek embeds many mementoes. The moments that define us, the unadulterated time frames where we just sink in beauty without a passing thought at the futility of capturing it; remain enshrined in the memories forever. In an empirical way, it grows on us, like a lump in the throat. A clever riposte to reclaim among other highs, life itself. One, indeed, travels in order to come home.

Drowning all along and subtly realizing it.

Roopkund trek

I have lived my life in parenthesis. By the green door on a still greener hill, I would read Tom Sawyer and pretend to be him. Anything that I could become to escape from myself. The mystery of Roopkund lake isn’t shrouded in thin air and misty mountains but in the hearts of those who listen with bated breath, the legends of the fall.

A living adventure in all that’s adrenaline, Roopkund trek is for those who find solace in escaping the grim reality of urban life. A retreat at every bend. And sometimes if you look closely along with the trail marks, you may discover yourself, somewhere in the meadows or over the hills and far away.

roopkund trek dog
Jaggu Jr, the ‘wolf’ pup ran with that carefree mirth that only dogs know about. Those deep piercing blue eyes, wagging tails and paws mapped the mountains with unrestrained spirit, an ethereal sight!

As I attempt to pen down the Roopkund trek review, I can’t help but realize how simple life seemed in a region we would otherwise label as harsh. And when marred by urban humility, the stasis clogs, you realize what you lost and what was lost in you. Forgetting all the troubles of the world outside the periphery of the mountains – letting go of dates and days, forgiving bosses and escaping the burden of thoughts only the realize the weight of water in the backpack. The canopy of the night sky at Roopkund base camp, the chimes of bells on cattle and canine alike…the carelessness with which we would throw ourselves to the green beds of Bugyals.  

With bated breath, we marvel at all that is unscathed by men and his motives ─ the mountains and the mist. They are the only stamps of eternity that our hearts will carry. Leaving an indelible impression, a memento like that helps us remember that we were all wild once.

Himalayan mastiff trek
Two and a half dogs

Ridiculing both, rhyme and reason I realized what came to me and what I had come to.

“I am the escaped one,

After I was born
They locked me up inside me
But I left.
My soul seeks me,
Through hills and valleys,
I hope my soul
Never finds me.”

― Fernando Pessoa

The highlight reel for me wasn’t the lake shrouded in mystery but the journey in its wake. From sleeping beside mountain dogs on meadows to playing pranks on unsuspecting trekkers, perhaps that moment is still waiting for me somewhere holding on to that corduroy jacket, longing for a sense of belonging somewhere while I wait here in the humdrum of the city. One of these days I will earmark the ode to tranquillity again but for now, let’s brace ourselves to the mad world again.

Our solemn prayers for the home turf Uttarakhand which is braving the havoc caused by heavy rains.

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11 thoughts on “Roopkund trek review, over the hills and far away”

  1. Wow, that sounds just lovely! And I love it that you could be with the unfettered animals! I remember all my hikes and beautiful moments by “that chipmunk that hopped up to us” or “that duckling we fed” and your story sounds like heaven to me!

      1. Just checked out the super cute FB page! I don’t have good dog pics since my triple whammy with phone, harddisk and laptop crashing, but I do have some snaps and videos of urban wild animals- a mama raccoon begging and my backyard squirrels’ antics. let me know if that works!

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