Trek to Brahmatal – A Chilling Adventure!

The Annual Ritual

Like every year, it had become a bit of a ritual for the three of us – Tejas (aka Teja), Anand (aka Andy), and me – to escape to the mountains for a trek. We usually plan one around September or October, but this time, things got delayed.

The reason? Our good old friend Cassay.

Cassay works on a ship and only gets home once every six months. This time, he was determined to join us. And hey, we don’t leave friends behind – so the plan was pushed to December 2023. All for Cassay!

So, Where To?

The big question: “Where do we go?”

After lots of back and forth, we finally zeroed in on Brahmatal – a gorgeous winter trek in Uttarakhand known for its snow-covered trails, frozen alpine lakes, and jaw-dropping views of the Himalayan peaks. It’s a 5-day trek starting from Lohajung, and while it's a winter adventure, it's not insanely difficult – ideal for those seeking a challenge without courting misery.

Best time to go? December to March – when the snow transforms everything into a magical white wonderland.

Winter Treks Are No Joke

Trekking in December is no walk in the park. It’s cold, harsh, and demands serious prep. So, like any self-respecting mountain junkies, we started our training three months in advance.

Our Prep Routine:

1. Cardio, Baby!

Running, jogging, cycling, brisk walking – anything to get the heart rate up. If you’ve got a treadmill with incline, use it. Hill climbs are even better – they mimic the actual trail terrain.

2. Legs & Core of Steel

Squats, lunges, and stair climbs became our best friends. Add some planks, crunches, and push-ups to build the strength you’ll need to carry your backpack uphill.

3. Flexibility FTW

We added yoga and stretching to keep our muscles loose. Balance exercises (like standing on one leg) are crucial for snow-covered or uneven trails.

4. Breathe Easy

Pranayama and deep-breathing exercises helped increase lung capacity – super useful at high altitudes. And we drank loads of water – hydration is key to avoiding fatigue and altitude sickness.

5. Mind Over Mountain

Trekking is as much mental as it is physical. We pushed through tough workouts to build that inner grit. Also, testing our gear – especially shoes and backpacks – helped avoid nasty surprises on the trail.

6. Start Early, Stay Consistent

We started 2–3 months before the trek and kept it regular. Some days were rough, but pacing ourselves and resting when needed helped us stay on track.

One Last Thing: Talk to Your Doc!

Before any trek – especially a Himalayan one – check in with your doctor. It’s always better to be safe than sorry.

Fitness – Checked! ✅

Day 0: Gearing Up for the Next 8 Days

Now that we’d worked on our fitness and built up some solid mountain stamina, it was time for the next big mission… packing our bags.

Sounds easy, right? Yeah, not really.

Packing for a winter trek is a weird combo of “I’ve got this” and “wait, did I pack my gloves?” No matter how much you plan, something always manages to sneak off the list. But once you’ve got your checklist sorted, it’s mostly just stuffing everything into your backpack — in a sort-of-organized way.

So after a few rounds of packing… unpacking… arguing over what’s actually essential… and squeezing in those “just in case” extras (snacks included, obviously)...

Trekking Stuff

Trekking Bag

Bags – Checked! 🎒✅

The buzz was real now. Backpacks were zipped, boots were lined up, and our brains were already dreaming of snowy trails.

Day 0 was all about getting in the zone — mentally and physically. We triple-checked our gear (because paranoia is real), stocked up on trail snacks (again, very important), and made sure we had everything from thermals to wet wipes.

Then it was time to catch one last good night’s sleep — or at least try to. Tomorrow, it all begins.

Day 1: Mumbai to Rishikesh

There wasn’t a direct route to our basecamp, so we had to hop our way there. And since we didn’t want to dive straight into the trek, we planned a chilled first stop — Rishikesh.

As usual, the day began painfully early — around 5 AM. Andy and I, along with our newest recruit Cassay, started from Borivali, while our third musketeer, Teja, kicked off from Ghatkopar. With zero traffic at that hour, we cruised to the airport like butter on a hot pan.

But the calm didn’t last long.

The moment we stepped into Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport, it was a whole different world — absolute chaos. No surprise there; it’s always buzzing.

Once we checked in our bags, it was time for our most sacred airport ritual: complimentary food at the lounge (bless those lounge-access credit cards). But of course, the place was packed. Not a single empty seat in sight.

As soon as two people got up, Cassay and Andy launched their bags onto the chairs like it was a warzone. Teja and I followed — a victorious little mission complete.

Round 1: Seats secured.

Round 2: Food.

The second the buffet trays were refilled, people swarmed in like it was the last supper. Still, we managed to grab a decent breakfast (mission accomplished) and made our way to the boarding gate.

Soon, we were airborne — engines humming, seats reclined, and Teja doing what he does best: snapping photos as we waved goodbye to Mumbai.

Friends ready to fly

sun rise from flight

Mumbai from flight

Hello, Dehradun!

Time flies when you’re with your chaddi buddies. Before we knew it, we’d landed in Dehradun. It was just before noon, the skies were clear, the air was crisp, and the vibe — a breath of fresh, mountain-scented air.

But before stepping out of the airport, we had a crucial mission: booze stop.

It was going to be a cold night, and we needed a little something to keep warm. So we hit up the wine shop right inside the airport and stocked up. The pick of the day? Stará Myslivecká — classy and strong. Andy, feeling adventurous, also picked up a local beer called Jhumroo. Sounded fun, so why not?

With spirits secured and bags in hand, we stepped out into that sweet mountain-town calm. No honking, no chaos — just open skies and peace.

Our cab was already waiting outside. The driver helped us load up, and off we went on the hour-long ride to Rishikesh.

The drive was lovely — winding roads, lush greenery, and that growing sense of excitement. We hadn’t even started the trek, but the feels were already kicking in.

Rishikesh Vibes

By the time we reached Hotel Yog Vashishth, we were running on a weird mix of hunger, sleep-deprivation, and pure buzz. The hotel wasn’t fancy, but it was clean, quiet, and super comfy — exactly what we needed.

Bags dropped, faces washed, and obviously… it was time to open that bottle.

A few rounds, lots of laughs, and we headed up to the rooftop restaurant. More chilling, some stargazing, a couple of pics, and then finally — time to crash.

Day 1: Done.

No rush, no itinerary — just good food, good drinks, and even better company.

What more do you need before kicking off a big trek?

Day 2: The Road to Lohajung – Twists, Turns & Himalayan Views

Waking up in Rishikesh just hits different. The morning chill, faint temple bells in the distance, and the thrill of knowing we were finally heading to our basecamp – Lohajung.

Spirits? High.

Bags? Packed (again).

Vibe? On point.

After a light breakfast and a solid round of chai, we loaded into our cab for what would be a long (and I mean long) road trip — over 250 km, winding deep through the heart of Uttarakhand’s mountains.

A New Trekker Joins the Crew

But before we could hit the road, we had one more person joining our crew — Etender Singh. A college professor by day and a seasoned solo trekker by passion, he was tagging along with us for the Brahmatal adventure.

As we waited in the cab, sipping chai and soaking in the early morning Rishikesh vibe, we saw him approaching — backpack strapped, calm stride, and a warm smile. A quick round of introductions, some easy laughs, and just like that, he blended into the gang like he was always part of it.

Now with Etender onboard, the team felt complete. Bags loaded, playlist ready — off we went toward Lohajung.

The Road: From Smooth to Spine-Rattling

The drive started off chill. Leaving Rishikesh, we cruised alongside the Ganga — wide, smooth roads, mountain air blowing in, and the occasional roadside monkey giving us side-eye.

But of course, comfort in the Himalayas is always temporary.

As we climbed higher, the roads got narrower, the bends sharper, and the bumps... well, let’s just say they were generous. Classic mountain terrain — blind curves, landslide-prone stretches, bone-shaking potholes, and sudden drops that make your stomach do somersaults.

But hey, that’s half the fun, right?

The Scenery: So Good, It Felt Unreal

If the roads rattled our spines, the views healed everything else.

• Towering pine forests

• Terraced fields stacked like green steps

• Tiny villages tucked into hillsides

• Rivers — sometimes gently flowing, sometimes roaring like wild beasts

We passed through mountain hamlets with wooden homes and sleepy tea stalls. Kids played cricket in fields with no boundaries. Old uncles chatted over steaming chai. Women carried fodder on their backs like it was just another Monday.

We also crossed Devprayag, Rudraprayag, and Karanprayag — the sacred confluences of Uttarakhand. Turquoise rivers crashing into each other beneath age-old bridges — pure postcard stuff.

Pit Stops, Pee Breaks & Provisions

We made a bunch of halts — for tea, for maggi, for stretching our legs, and of course, for photos. Every viewpoint felt like it belonged on a postcard.

Also, finding a clean washroom in the hills? Let’s just say it’s rare. But thanks to our awesome driver, we always ended up at the better spots.

Oh, and yes — we made an important supply stop for the trek: rum. The mountain chill was setting in, and we needed something warm for when we reached Lohajung and the journey ahead. Rum was the unanimous choice, and we made sure we had enough for a few nights of laughter.

Reaching Lohajung: Off the Grid, Into the Calm

By the time we rolled into Lohajung, the sun had dipped behind the peaks, and a winter chill hugged the air. The village was quiet, small, and surrounded by giant mountains — like something straight out of a dream. No traffic, no honking, no crowds — just peace.

Perched at an altitude of about 7,600 feet, Lohajung is a sleepy Himalayan village nestled in the Chamoli district of Uttarakhand. Surrounded by forested slopes and distant snow-capped peaks, this charming settlement is where most treks to Brahmatal and Roopkund begin.

Despite its modest size, Lohajung buzzes with energy during trekking seasons. Local shops sell trekking gear and Maggi noodles alike, while cozy homestays and tea houses echo with laughter, stories, and the clatter of steel plates. The locals — warm, welcoming, and always ready with a cup of chai — make you feel instantly at home.

Legend has it, Lohajung got its name from “Lohas Jung” meaning ‘war with iron’, referring to a mythical battle between goddess Parvati and a demon. Today, though, the only battles you’ll fight here are between your excitement and the altitude headache.

For trekkers, Lohajung is more than just a basecamp. It’s the place where anticipation builds, friendships begin, and the journey into the wild truly starts.

This wasn’t just a stop — it felt like the beginning of something epic.

Roomies, Rum & Rooftop Vibes

We checked into our guesthouse — stiff from the bumpy ride, but buzzing with excitement. This wasn’t just a stop — it felt like the gateway to something epic.

Andy and I grabbed one room, while Teja and Cassay teamed up in another. Our new friend Etender — who by now had earned the nickname “Paji” — got the third room all to himself.

With the cold settling in and the day’s bumps behind us, it was time to crack open the rum.

A few rounds.

Laughter bouncing off the wooden walls.

Stories, snacks, and that shared feeling of “We’re finally here.”

We grabbed dinner, warmed up under cozy blankets, and crashed hard.

Day 2: Done.

Tired? Yup.

Cold? Absolutely.

Buzzing with excitement? Oh yeah.

Tomorrow, boots hit the trail.

Let the trek begin.

Day 2: Lohajung to Bekaltal – Into the Forest, Into the Wild

After a good night’s sleep (thanks to rum and mountain silence), we woke up early, buzzing with excitement. This was it — the trek was finally starting!

Stepping out of the room, the magic of the place hit instantly. The morning air was crisp, mist floated lazily over rooftops, and the mountains stood tall and still — like silent guardians welcoming us. I couldn’t resist snapping a few pics and videos to lock in the moment.

Oh, and a special mention — the movie Animal had just released, and Andy was fully obsessed with its dance sequence. So there he was, doing a full-on morning dance routine in the cold, hyping all of us up before breakfast.

Breakfast, Briefing & Boots On

We layered up, packed our day bags, and stepped out. Breakfast was simple and satisfying — hot poha, boiled eggs, and chai that warmed the soul.

Our trek guide, Trilok Ji, gave us a quick briefing, and before we knew it, we were off — heading into the hills, hearts full of anticipation.

The Trail: From Village Paths to Forest Silence

The trail from Lohajung to Bekaltal is around 6–7 km with an elevation gain of about 2,500 feet. It's a steady uphill climb — nothing too crazy for Day 1, but enough to wake your legs up.

We started right from the village, passing stone-paved paths, terraced farms, and cheerful locals. Kids waved us off like we were celebrities. Slowly, the homes faded behind us and the forest took over.

Soon, the tall oak and rhododendron trees lined the trail, their trunks wrapped in moss. The forest was thick, peaceful, and quiet enough that you could hear your own breath — just you, your steps, and the crunch of leaves underfoot.

I was a bit slower than the rest (as usual on Day 1). My build doesn’t exactly scream mountain goat, but I know my rhythm — Day 2 onwards, I always catch up.

Breaks, Banter & Trail Snacks

We took regular breaks — for water, for breath, and for the views. At one point, we reached a clearing with a stunning valley view. That’s when it really hit us: we were finally in the Himalayas.

The weather was doing its thing — cold one moment, warm the next. Layers went on and off like we were filming a winterwear ad.

Someone pulled out a pack of chikki, and suddenly it became our unofficial trail currency. A few laughs, plenty of photos, and multiple rounds of “Yeh toh sirf Day 1 hai!” later, we were moving again.

First Glimpse of Snow

As we climbed higher, we spotted our first patches of snow. Just tiny bits at first — hiding in corners, clinging to roots — but enough to make us stop and yell, “Oye, look! Snow!”

It was a mini moment of celebration, especially for those of us on our first winter trek. Those little patches felt like the first trophy.

Welcome to Bekaltal Campsite

After about 4–5 hours of trekking, we reached the Bekaltal campsite.

Tucked deep inside an oak and rhododendron forest at around 9,900 feet, Bekaltal looks straight out of a storybook. Just a short walk from the frozen lake, the clearing opened into a gentle slope dotted with bright-colored tents, surrounded by towering trees and complete silence.

Except for the crunch of snow, the occasional gust of wind, and trekkers’ chatter — it was pure, peaceful wilderness.

Despite the remote setting, the campsite was well set up — with fixed tents, toilet tents, and a kitchen/dining setup. You could tell the support team had done this a hundred times.

We found our tents already pitched. Cassay and I grabbed one, Andy and Teja another, and Paji (Etender) got one all to himself — lucky guy.

Lunch was waiting — hot dal and rice. Nothing fancy, but up in the cold, it tasted like heaven.

We chilled around the tents post-lunch, soaking in the quiet. No phone network, no notifications — just the forest, our breath, and that slow mountain stillness.

A (Short) Side Quest: Bekaltal Lake

Around 4 PM, Trilok Ji asked if we wanted to walk to Bekaltal Lake — just 10 minutes from camp. Everyone was game. Everyone… except me.

I was cooked. Decided to stay back, rest, and let the others go freeze a little more. They came back happy — and slightly icier.

Dinner, Drinks & Frozen Toes

As night fell, we gathered in the dining tent for what became our nightly tradition — jokes, silly stories, and of course... rum.

Did it keep us warm? Not really.

Did it make us feel warmer? Absolutely.

Dinner was served — hot dal, sabzi, rice, and chapatis that vanished in seconds.

Then came the real challenge: getting into sleeping bags and surviving the cold.

Temperature? Well below zero.

Ice? Forming around the tents.

Toes? Frozen.

Teja? Burrito mode.

Andy? Still cracking jokes through chattering teeth.

Me? Hoping I wouldn’t wake up as an ice sculpture.

From Concrete to Campfire

From Mumbai’s chaos to a snow-dusted forest in just three days — it felt surreal. We were finally in it. The wild. The white. The wonder.

And this was just Day 2.

Next up: Bekaltal to Brahmatal. More snow. More altitude. Bigger views.

Let’s go.

Day 3: Bekaltal to Brahmatal — Into the Heart of Snowland

I was up by 5 AM — or to be honest, I barely slept at all. Even with five layers on and tucked inside a sleeping bag rated for -10°C, I was still shivering like crazy.

Cassay was awake too. I whispered his name just to check—turns out he hadn’t slept either. Too cold to sleep, too cold to move.

Eventually, I gave up, unzipped my sleeping bag, and switched on my torch—and that’s when I saw it: snow. On our bags, inside the tent... legit snowflakes had made it in. ❄️

If it was this icy inside, we could only imagine what waited outside.

We unzipped the tent flap and stepped into a snow-covered wonderland. The whole campsite looked like it had been dusted with powdered sugar—silent, white, and freezing.

The Struggle Was Real

Getting ready in that weather was no joke. There's no comfort station here—just open sky, snow all around, and your own willpower.

Brushing your teeth? Awful. But the real pain?

Let’s talk toilet tents.

No bathrooms—just a tall tent with a hole dug in the snow. You walk in, do your business (while praying you don’t slip), and then cover it up with cold, crusty mud. Simple on paper. Brutal in reality. Especially when your butt is exposed to the -8°C wind.

Character-building stuff.

At least the scenery made up for it—snow-dusted trees, silence all around, and golden light sneaking through the forest.

We geared up, grabbed a quick breakfast, packed up, and were off. Andy’s Bluetooth speaker got strapped to my backpack, music playing, and we waved goodbye to Bekaltal.

The Trail: Into the White Woods

The trek from Bekaltal to Brahmatal is about 7 km—should take 5–6 hours, depending on weather and pace. The incline isn’t too steep, but walking on snow? That’s a full-body workout.

We started off through dense oak and rhododendron forests—quiet, white, and surreal. All you could hear was the crunch of snow under our boots and the occasional laughter or breath puffs in the cold.

First Pit Stop: Tilandi

About an hour in, we reached Tilandi. A stretch of open, level terrain greeted us, dotted with a couple of humble tea stalls. We took a short break, warming ourselves with a cup of chai and a quick plate of Maggi — the classic trekker’s fuel.

The stop was brief but refreshing, and soon we were back on the trail, heading toward our next destination with renewed energy.

Recharged, we headed back on the trail. A few meters uphill and snow returned — and so did the kid in all of us. Snow angels. Snowballs. Laughter. Absolute bliss.

We bumped into a group from Maharashtra, which of course meant a big photo op and more laughs.

Snow, Slips & Shenanigans

There were some classic falls—Andy’s slow-mo slip won the day. Cassay kept throwing snowballs and missing. Teja was deep in Nat Geo mode, camera never leaving his hands.

Me? I was vibing—just soaking in the rhythm and silence of the Himalayas.

Pit Stop 2: Zandi Top. The Showstopper

About halfway into the day's trek, we reached a spot called Zandi Top — and wow, this place was a showstopper.

It’s basically a ridge section that opens up into a 360-degree view of the mountains around you. On one side, you could see the valleys we’d crossed the past two days; on the other, the massive snow-covered peaks — including Mt. Trishul, Nanda Ghunti, and a whole lineup of Himalayan giants, just casually chilling in the distance.

We dropped our bags, pulled out our phones and cameras, and went full "influencer mode." But honestly, no photo could do justice to what we were seeing.

The wind up there was cold and wild, and the snow was soft and knee-deep in patches. But no one cared — we were too busy soaking in the view, throwing snow at each other, and just laughing like kids.

Our guide told us this is the spot most people remember long after the trek — and I get it now. Zandi Top wasn’t just a pit stop. It felt like we’d stepped into a postcard.

We stayed there for a while — some sat in silence, others clicked endless selfies, and someone (I think Teja?) just lay back in the snow and stared at the sky. Total zen moment.

After a round of water, chikki, and trail mix, we loaded up again and moved ahead — hearts full, legs slightly frozen, but ready for the next stretch to Brahmatal.

The Final Stretch: Snowfall & Slippery Trails

As we started our descent, the first snowfall of the trek began — soft, slow flakes falling around us. Like little kids, we tried to catch them in our hands, grinning ear to ear.

But downhill wasn’t easy. Slippery slopes, hidden rocks, and the constant risk of injury meant we had to stay alert. Contrary to popular belief — descending is tougher than climbing.

Brahmatal Lake — A Frozen Jewel in the Himalayas

About 45 minutes later, we reached Brahmatal Lake. Nestled at an altitude of around 3,400 meters, it is a mystical high-altitude alpine lake in Uttarakhand, often hidden beneath a blanket of snow during winter. Surrounded by dense oak and rhododendron forests, the lake holds spiritual significance — believed to be the meditation site of Lord Brahma, hence the name Brahmatal.

Whether you sit by the shore in quiet reflection or just soak in the panoramic views, Brahmatal feels like a place where time stands still — tranquil, untouched, and truly sacred.

No one spoke much. We just… sat.

Arrival at Brahmatal Campsite

Our final push took us across a ridge to the Brahmatal campsite — a wide snowy meadow with tents already set up.

Same tent buddies as before — Cassay and I, Andy and Teja, and Paji (Etender) with a solo tent again.

We clicked some sunset shots, wandered a bit, then gathered in the dining tent, soaking in just how unreal it all felt.

Nightfall, Kitchen Tent Vibes & a Bottle Run

After a hearty lunch and some good banter in the dining tent, we all retreated to our tents for a bit of rest. The temperature was dropping fast, and sleeping in those icy tents wasn’t exactly easy. Cassay, poor guy, wasn’t feeling too great—probably because he’d been stuck with vegetarian food for days. (City carnivores, I tell you!)

As night settled in, the snowfall picked up, and it got seriously cold. Just when we were questioning our life choices, Trilok Ji called us for tea. We all bundled into the kitchen tent—and wow, what a cozy little haven it was! Warm, welcoming, and filled with the smell of chai. Trilok Ji was sweet enough to spread out some extra sleeping bags for us. We took off our shoes, wriggled into the bags, and instantly felt better.

Then the cook fired up the stove for dinner, and the whole tent started heating up like a snug little cabin. None of us wanted to leave. We asked if we could stay there for the night, and without a moment’s hesitation, Trilok Ji agreed.

What followed was one of the most wholesome parts of the trip. We all sat around, chatting while Trilok Ji entertained us with stories from his countless treks. Outside, the wind was howling and the tent shook with every gust—making his stories feel even more dramatic. Naturally, we begged him for more.

A little later, one of his friends dropped by. The second he unzipped the tent, we were hit by a blast of freezing wind. It was pitch dark outside and still snowing heavily. And there he was—walking through all of that in just chappals, track pants, and a light jacket, straight from his tea stall 1.5 km away! We stared at him in disbelief, wrapped up in our sleeping bags, shivering.

Someone asked what the temperature was. No one had network—except the cook. A quick check: -8°C. Andy immediately declared, “I’m not going back to my tent. I’m sleeping here only.” We all laughed but didn’t argue—it honestly seemed like a good plan.

Now, here’s where it got interesting. Trilok Ji was craving a drink but was out of stock. I casually mentioned that we had rum in our bag. That bag, of course, was in our tent. The four of us looked at each other like it was a Mexican standoff. Who would go out into that madness?

Well, lucky me—I was the one carrying the rum, so the mission fell on me. Getting the shoes on in that cold, at high altitude and low oxygen, was already an ordeal. I didn’t even bother tying the laces—just shoved my feet in and braved the snowstorm outside, guided only by my phone’s torchlight. The tent was right next door, but it felt like trekking to Everest base camp.

The wind was wild and unrelenting. Just unzipping the tent was a mini battle. I somehow managed to dig through my bag, grab the bottle, zip everything back up, and hustle back to the kitchen tent—covered in snow, teeth chattering, and feeling like a half-frozen penguin. But hey, the rum was delivered. Mission successful.

Trilok Ji was thrilled. He handed me an extra sleeping bag to warm up, and we got right back to the good vibes—him with his drink, us listening to more tales, and the cook whipping up some late-night magic: hot noodles and Manchurian gravy.

Dinner was served, and we didn’t waste a second. The food cooled faster than we could eat it, but it was exactly what we needed. Hot, comforting, and deeply satisfying.

After dinner, it was time to crash—but easier said than done. We had somehow survived -4°C the night before, and tonight was a brutal -8°C. I asked Trilok Ji if we could get an extra sleeping bag, and he kindly gave one for each tent. Cassay and I squeezed into ours and threw the extra bag over us for good measure. But honestly, it didn’t help much. The cold was relentless. Still, we braced ourselves and hoped for some sleep.

Tomorrow: Summit Day. The iconic ridge, the view that brought us here, and the highest point of the trek.

Let’s go higher. 🏔️

Day 4: To Brahmatal Summit and Back to Lohajung

The Day We Climbed to the Clouds

We were up by 6 AM — or let’s be honest, none of us really slept. Even with five layers on and tucked deep inside our sleeping bags, the cold was next level. Worse than the night before. When we finally unzipped the tent, we found a layer of ice inside. Yes, inside the tent.

But that was nothing compared to the view waiting outside.

Before vs. After: A Snowy Transformation

The landscape had transformed overnight. What was a frosted trail the evening before was now buried under a good five inches of fresh snow.

Our boots vanished with every step. Our water bottles? Frozen solid. And if you dared to take your gloves off — even for a second — you instantly regretted it.

And let’s not even talk about the morning routine.

As for changing clothes (especially the inner layers) inside a tent in -5°C? Let’s just say it builds character. But hey, we did it. Like champs. 💪

One Last Look at Brahmatal Campsite

Somehow, we managed to get ready, wolfed down a quick breakfast, snapped our final campsite selfies, shot a couple of videos… and then it was time.

Time to hit the summit trail.

Brahmatal Campsite → Summit: The Final Push

The final push — the Brahmatal Summit trek — is both challenging and deeply rewarding. Nestled quietly amidst oak trees and thick snow in winter, with the first light of dawn breaking through the misty sky. The silence was surreal, broken only by the crunch of our boots against the snow and the occasional breathless laughter of fellow trekkers.

The trail begins with a steep ascent through a snow-covered forest, winding its way upward. The snow was thick, making every step an effort. We had to bang our boots against rocks every now and then to get the frozen snow off. The trail was narrow, the climb continuous.

The climb truly tested our endurance — especially with the freshly fallen snow slowing us down. But with every exhausting step, the views kept getting better — vast Himalayan panoramas unfolding one ridge at a time.

Interestingly, the fear wasn’t about slipping and falling — the snow was soft enough to cushion any fall. The real dread was having to climb back up again. One misstep meant sinking, sliding, and then scrambling back uphill through that stubborn snow — a full-body workout in disguise!

Wind, Chill, and the View from 12,250 ft

Closer to the summit, the wind hit harder — slicing through our jackets like paper. But then we made it.

We stood at 12,250 ft (3,728 m). And the view? Worth every frozen toe.

We could spot Neelkanth, Chaukhamba, Kamet, and even distant peaks like Pangarchulla and Hathi-Ghoda. A full 360° panorama of the Garhwal Himalayas. Magic.

There’s something about summit silence — like time slows down for you to fully absorb that you made it.

One of the guides pointed out the peaks and shared a bit of local lore, but most of us just stood there in silence — grinning, breathless, and feeling on top of the world.

Selfies, Signals, and Summit Calls

We took our victory photos, struck silly poses, laughed like kids — and thanks to decent signal up there — even made video calls home. The joy of sharing that moment live? Absolutely priceless.

Across the Ridge to Zandi Top

But it wasn’t over yet.

From the summit, we had to move across a ridge to get back to Zandi Top — the same spot we visited yesterday, but this time, from another direction.

Sounds easy? Not even close.

We were walking a razor-thin line between two mountains — steep drops on either side and snow underfoot. One wrong step? Not the place to test your luck.

We moved single file, spaced out, no talking — just steady, careful steps.

At one point, there was a short but super-steep climb with a 50-meter drop right next to it. And standing right there? A guide from another group — offering a helping hand to every single trekker, not just his own team. That’s the kind of solid mountain spirit you don’t forget.

Lunch at Zandi Top — Hot Food, Warm Hearts

After about 45 minutes, we reached Zandi Top — our lunch stop for the day. And guess who was already there, chilling at a tiny tea shack? Trilok Ji, smiling like he’d been waiting all morning.

The shack was small — barely fit 10 people — but it was warm, the sun was out, and the wind had calmed. For the first time all day, it felt comfortable.

Shoes came off. We crashed onto floor mats. Stretched. Sipped water. Waited for food.

And soon, it came — hot dal, rice, sabzi. Simple, soulful mountain food. When you’ve been trekking in snow since morning, this stuff tastes like a Michelin meal.

We lingered. Joked around. Let our bodies relax. The hard part was done. No rush now.

The Final Descent — Back to Lohajung

The last stretch was mostly downhill, which meant we could finally walk at our own pace.

Andy, Teja, and Cassay led the way, cruising ahead. Paji, Trilok Ji, and I hung back — walking slow, chatting, soaking it all in.

We paused now and then to munch on chikki, sip water, and catch our breath. This was our final day on the trail, after all. We didn’t want it to end too fast.

By around 5 PM, we rolled into Lohajung — sore-legged, slightly limping, but smiling like champions.

Trek: Complete. ✅

Back to Base — No More Boots!

The moment we got back to the guesthouse, it was like our bodies collectively gave up. Boots flew off. We flopped onto the beds. Not moving. Just breathing.

Room situation stayed the same — Andy and I in one, Teja and Cassay in another, and Paji solo in his private mountain kingdom.

But first things first… a hot shower.

Two days of sweat, snow, and grime — that bath felt like a spiritual cleanse. Legit transformative.

Evening Vibes: Rum, Food, and Sleep

The evening was mellow. A couple of rounds of rum to warm the soul, a hearty dinner, and then? We were out like lights.

No alarms. No agenda. Nothing to prep for.

We finished the trek in three days instead of four, so we decided to stay an extra day in Lohajung. No rush. Just pure, slow mountain life.

Tomorrow? We do absolutely nothing. 😌

Day 5: Lohajung - The Village Life

Slow sun, simple joys, and soulful living

After three days of trekking, freezing tents, and high-altitude chaos, today was all about slowing down. No alarms. No backpacks. No boots. Just sunshine, stillness, and some well-earned laziness.

We all slept in — finally. And even when we woke up, no one felt like leaving the cozy warmth of our blankets. That mountain comfort? Priceless.

By around 9 AM, we slowly rolled out of bed, freshened up, and sat outside soaking in the glorious winter sun. That soft Himalayan sunlight felt like therapy for every tired muscle.

Breakfast & Chicken Wishlist

Breakfast was simple but perfect — hot chai and fluffy omelettes, served with a million-dollar view of snow-dusted peaks in the distance.

Somewhere between sips of chai, Andy made a heartfelt request: “Can we have chicken for lunch?”

Trilok Ji didn’t even blink — “Ho jayega!”

Honestly, the man’s a mountain magician.

Village Stroll & Local Life

While lunch was being prepared, we took a slow stroll through Lohajung village — no real destination, just walking where the path led us.

We did a bit of souvenir shopping, clicked some photos with the locals, and just enjoyed the peaceful rhythm of village life.

In many ways, Lohajung feels like a world untouched by noise and haste. Life here is grounded, simple, and in tune with nature.

Most villagers rely on terraced farming and livestock. Crops like potatoes, rajma (kidney beans), and seasonal veggies are common. You’ll see women working in fields, men tending to animals, and kids waving at you from every corner.

The Nanda Devi Temple is a spiritual landmark here, and the village holds a deep respect for local deities and forest spirits. There’s a stillness in the air that makes you want to just be.

Lunch, Nap & the Art of Doing Nothing

By afternoon, the smell of chicken curry filled the air — and soon enough, lunch was served: steaming hot chicken and rice.

After devouring every bite, the only thing we could possibly do next was... nap.

We all crashed for a few hours, lounging around in the guesthouse, not even thinking of stepping out again. The rest of the evening was just as lazy — a bit of chit-chat, and plenty of doing absolutely nothing.

Packing Up

After dinner, reality came knocking — it was time to pack.

Tomorrow would be a long one: a 10-hour drive back, starting at 6 AM. So we zipped up our backpacks, set out our early morning essentials, and tucked in under the blankets one last time in this peaceful little Himalayan village.

Tomorrow: From mountain silence to city chaos — Lohajung to Dehradun.

But tonight? We rest. 🏔️

Day 6: The Long Drive to Dheradhun

From quiet mountains to city lights

The alarms went off at 5 AM, but most of us were already awake — that pre-travel restlessness had kicked in. No one bothered with a bath (obviously); we’d had a solid hot water session the night before, knowing full well that mornings in Lohajung aren’t built for showers.

By 5:45 AM, our bags were packed and loaded into the cab. We were all set for the 10-hour ride back to Dehradun — the journey that would officially mark the end of our mountain escape.

The Road Back

We hit the road just as the first light began to stretch over the peaks. The mountain chill was still biting, and the roads just as twisty. But there was something comforting about it this time — that post-trek calm when the hardest part is behind you.

We rotated seats to keep things fair — front, back, middle. (Middle seats were prime real estate: less bumpy, great for sneaky naps.)

There were the usual stops: hot chai, Maggi breaks, roadside loos, and a proper lunch halfway through. The views outside were still stunning — pine forests, rivers, tiny villages — but now they passed by in a dreamy blur. Inside the car, the mood was mellow: lots of sharing trek highlights, teasing each other about sore legs, and nodding off mid-conversation.

Hello Again, Dehradun

We rolled into Dehradun around 5 PM, dusty and a little dazed, but with that unmistakable “We made it” energy.

We checked into our hotel for the next two nights — real beds, real bathrooms, and the luxury of just being horizontal.

Paji (Etender Singh) parted ways here, heading home after a round of hugs and promises to catch up soon.

Room assignments went back to default: Teja and I in one room, Andy and Cassay in the other.

Evening Rituals

The evening was delightfully uneventful — no itinerary, no trek briefings. Just a casual stroll around the neighborhood, soaking in the chaos and buzz of city life after days of forest silence and snowy trails.

Eventually, we found ourselves at our familiar post-trek haunt — Bungalow Bar & Kitchen. This spot has become a ritual for Andy, Teja, and me every time we pass through Dehradun — and this time, Cassay joined the crew.

The night played out like clockwork: Drinks. Food. Laughter. Repeat.

The vibes were good. The company even better. That warm, content feeling of a journey well done hung in the air.

We headed back to the hotel, full and happy.

Tired, but in the best way.

Tomorrow: One last day in Dehradun — and then we fly home.

Day 7: A Lazy Day in Dehradun

No alarms. No plans. Just vibes.

We were all up around 8 a.m., but no one was in a hurry. Instead of heading out, Teja and I strolled into Andy and Cassay’s room and flopped straight onto their bed like we owned the place. One conversation led to another, and before we knew it, a full hour had flown by.

Eventually, Teja pulled out his phone and started browsing for places to explore. His suggestion? The Dehradun Zoo.

But first — breakfast.

Still in yesterday’s clothes and very much unshowered, we headed out in search of a local breakfast joint. We found a tiny roadside spot serving chole kulche and piping hot chai — simple, comforting, and just what we needed to kickstart our lazy morning.

The Zoo Walk (Almost)

Back at the hotel, we freshened up properly this time, ready to make something of the day.

Now Teja, our resident fitness freak, had a plan:“Let’s walk to the zoo!”

That’s 8.5 km — roughly an hour and a half on foot. Andy and I gave him the side-eye. Cassay didn’t even pretend to consider it. But Teja, stubborn as ever, managed to guilt-trip us into at least starting the walk.

Ten minutes in, Cassay and I had had enough. We flagged down an auto and, in true traitor fashion, caught up to Teja and Andy and dragged them into the rickshaw with us. (Teja was not impressed.)

We reached the zoo in about 20 minutes and explored the place like overgrown school kids on a picnic. Lions, leopards, bears, birds — the usual suspects. An hour later, we were done.

Next Up: Robber’s Cave (aka Guchhupani)

Just as we were ready to head back and chill, Teja had another idea:“Let’s walk to Robber’s Cave.”

At this point, it all made sense — the man was chasing his 10,000 daily steps.

So, off we went. Another hour-long walk, this time to Guchhupani (Robber’s Cave) — a unique natural river cave on the outskirts of the city.

It’s a cool spot, literally and figuratively. The cave runs about 600 meters deep, with gushing water under your feet, towering limestone walls, and a waterfall tucked inside. It’s now maintained by the Uttarakhand State and is a popular escape from the city heat — or in our case, a post-trek wind-down.

Cassay and I weren’t exactly thrilled about getting our feet wet again, so we parked ourselves at a nearby tea stall with warm chai and snacks. Meanwhile, Andy and Teja turned into mini explorers and headed into the cave.

Back with Mud & Chai

About 45 minutes later, they emerged — muddy, drenched, and grinning from ear to ear. They joined us for more chai and stories, and we hung around a bit longer before heading back to the hotel for some much-needed downtime.

Evening Shenanigans

Later that evening, we remembered a very important to-do: Buy alcohol to take back home.

Dehradun booze is way cheaper than Mumbai’s, so we stocked up on a few bottles. Naturally, we opened some too — just to “check the quality,” of course.

Just when we thought the night was winding down, Teja (running on some infinite energy source) popped the next idea:“Let’s go out for dinner. Somewhere nice.”

None of us had the heart to say no.

So, we stepped out again and found a lively restaurant in one of Dehradun’s buzzing neighborhoods. It turned out to be a great pick — upbeat music, delicious food, a few more drinks, and that perfect mix of comfort and chaos that only good friends can create.

Winding Down

We got back to the hotel late, full and happy.

There was still no real plan for tomorrow — just that our flight was in the evening. But after all the trekking, exploring, walking (okay, mostly rickshaw-ing), this relaxed, spontaneous day was exactly what we needed.

Time to crash. One last night before the journey home.

Day 8: Final day and the flight back home

Winding down the wander.

I was up by 7 a.m., and so was Teja — naturally, the first thing out of his mouth was, “Let’s go for a walk.”I turned over and pretended I didn’t hear him.

Of course, Teja still went. His sacred 10,000 daily steps couldn’t be missed.

As soon as he left, I did the obvious thing — snuck into Andy and Cassay’s room and jumped straight into their bed. What did we do there? Absolutely nothing. Just good music, lazy silence, and the occasional half-baked conversation. Pure bliss.

Massages & Malls

Teja returned shortly after, mission accomplished, and we all got ready. While he headed off to visit his relatives, the rest of us — Andy, Cassay, and I — decided to treat ourselves.

Where to? Central Plaza Mall.

First stop: a foot massage center. After days of trekking, slippery snow trails, and all the city walking, that one-hour massage felt like a divine intervention. Every step afterward felt like we were floating.

Once our feet were (somewhat) reborn, we headed to a nearby restaurant for some lunch and drinks. Chill, chat, unwind. The city vibes were kicking in again.

Final Packing & Teja Time

Back at the hotel, we did our final packing. Bags were zipped, bottles double-wrapped, and snacks sneakily stuffed in.

Except... there was one issue — no Teja.

He was still at his relatives’ place, and in true Indian fashion, they weren’t letting him leave without stuffing him full of food. No complaints from his side, though — he was well-fed and absolutely glowing.

A quick call confirmed he was en route. So we loaded all the luggage into the cab (yes, even his), picked him up on the way, and set off for Jolly Grant Airport.

Airport Rituals & Goodbye for Now

The drive was smooth, and we reached well on time. By now, we had our post-trek airport routine down:

• Check-in ✅

• Security check ✅

• Straight to the lounge for complimentary food ✅

Somewhere between bites of complimentary snacks and sips of Coke, it hit us — this was it.

Boarding was called. With backpacks on our shoulders and tired-but-happy smiles, we said our silent goodbyes to Dehradun.

Trek Recap: A Journey to Remember

As the airplane lifted off from Dehradun, our eight‑day adventure through the snow‑clad Himalayas gently faded into the horizon—yet every icy trek, sun‑bathed summit, and late‑night rum session remained etched in our hearts.

What began in Lohajung as a quest for peak views and winter thrill transformed into so much more: a journey of friendship, grit, and pure, unfiltered joy. From silent dawns at Bekaltal to the triumphant hush atop Brahmatal, we rediscovered what it means to embrace the wild—and each other.

Our boots may be resting, but the stories will continue to warm us. That first sip of chai in Rishikesh, the trail‑side Maggi breaks, the laughter crackling under starry tents—they all became threads in a tapestry of memories we’ll treasure forever. We came for a trek, but we returned with something deeper: a renewed sense of wonder, connection, and collective courage.

Until the next mountain calls, here’s to frozen toes, warm hearts, and friends who make the journey unforgettable. 🏔️