PINDARI GLACIER
Lets go up to the Pindari Glacier, it was just like that believe it or not
take it or leave it.
And so one day we set off to look or that romance one is supposed you find
only in the high mountains. We had brought along our rucksacks, crammed with
almost everything and we had also brought along our sleeping-bags, ground-sheets,
water-proof jackets � it was one of those trips: you name-it-we-had-it and
if we-didn�t have-it, you-didn�t-need-it! Who was going to carry all that
load was something that wasn�t discussed after all, one had the advantage
of youth on one�s side. But it wasn�t mountains of equipment either. We managed.
Pindari lies some 278 kilometres from the rail terminus at Kathgodam. The good news is that there�s not a chance of it ever getting over run by humans. Along the way you too will get a clear idea of how things would have been if man had let the forests be. Mighty trees, feathered and festooned with ferns, wiry trees, pine and rhododendron; and the forest floor, at your feet, a veritable carpet of flowers. A legion of long-leaved pines line the narrow-ribbon of road as it begins its snaking journey into the hills. The famed temple-town of Bageshwar stands aloof on the banks of the Gomti and Saryu rivers. Once upon a time, the priests here were famed tantrics and I remember one who welcomed us by just saying: �I knew � you were coming! And waited for you!� It was to leave us with goose-bumps, coming as it was from a complete stranger. There was no time to ask him how he knew. It was just a moment of impetuousness.
What has happened to this Corbett country! Man has encroached upon almost every single inch of available space and turned this once pristine forest into a mere extension of the plains of northern India. Concrete, cardboard, plastic litter the green verdure of the hills and lamentably, the briefcase variety of environmentalists are nowhere in sight. Perhaps they�re out somewhere at a conference, Plains looking for a ticket to Rio. Meanwhile and the plunder of the hills goes on and all Lohar we have for Corbett�s memory are forth rusty signboards proclaiming graffiti: them Kilroy was here.
The scrunchy balmithais sold at regair the shops at Bageshwar take some of Da the bad taste of man�s depredations Dhaki out of one�s mouth. It is a sweet unique Under to the Uttarakhand region and you too slope! will not regret trying it. But the mountains are calling and what a host at Nandakot (7,878m) and Pawali decide Dwar (6,663m) while flanking the actual eight glacier are Kafini and Sunderdhunga had Glaciers. If you move westwards, at bury Namik glacier you shall see the begar headwaters of the Ramganga long of before it becomes the mass of water pursu you see flowing through the Corbett National Park. Impatient to get to Pindari, we had to give up all our dreams of making a quick foray into the the picturesque hill-stations of Binsar, Kausani and Chaukori. As we climbed up the three kilometres from Song, we could feel that the world of the Great Plains of India had been left behind and our trek had finally begun. The Loharkhet Dak Bungalow prepares one for the rigours of the trail. At 4,600 feet the mountains loom large and for the first time, the stars seem to have regained their twinkle once again.
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