I come back to Hive after 12 days and the first thing I hear is that is closing down. Not the welcome I had expected. I hope kind folks of Hive step-up and revive this magnificent community that has helped countless users across the globe to connect with each other and learn about different cultures. And if at all it closes down, I will always be grateful to them for providing me a platform to share my stories.
It has become unbearably hot these days in my part of the world and that despite us living in close proximity to mountains. So we decided to take a break and head towards a destination that would offer the much needed respite from the summer heat.
Barot is a quaint little down nestled amidst thick deodar forests. A Himalayan River flows by silently right through the middle of this little hamlet. I had visited this place a decade back and not much had changed here after so long except that the roads have been built and inflow of curious tourists visiting from the world over.
Although Barot was much popular before India's independence for the British had constructed a hydro power dam here to harness the potential of a roaring Himalayan River. The project has been functioning for over 30 years now meeting the electricity demands of plains of the country. The same river provides livelihood to locals as they indulge in fish farming here. The Himalayan Trout of Barot is a specialty of this region.
Our journey started amidst a heavy downpour which was a trouble in the beginning but soon it exposed us to Himalayan flowers of various hues and colors.
Driving through wavy roads, we reached our destination in about two hours. Our riverside campsite had come up recently and we sort of had the whole place for ourselves. The dam has shrunk the river flow substantially, but the overnight rains had made it swell temporarily.
After resting for a while we headed for the river and spent some time by the riverside. This river originates from a high pass and travels for around 100 kilometers before meeting the mother River Beas downstream which then travels all way down to the planes of Pakistan. Hundreds of such small rivers feed the Beas River which supports the livelihood of lakhs of people. What starts as a tiny rivulet becomes a roaring river, the proverbial unity is strength kind of manifestation.
Though we had planned to walk around but we just kept lazing around for the entire duration of the trip. Eat, sleep and read was our routine.
So, I will let the photographs do the rest of the talking
Our campsite from a vantage point. Numerous such campsites have come up at Barot recently and that is a welcome change
There is a high mountain lake situated close to this place which I had visited in 2015. We shall talk about that excursion in some other blog post.