Jalori Pass and Sareolsar Lake:The last 8 to 10 km of road was the worst kind of national highway, in terms of the surface smoothness and easiness of the gradient. We could not move in the second gear, and I bet even bullet would have failed in second gear. All the layers of the pavement were worn out, revealing the bottom surface and over which rested the foreign stones and pebbles, which further were hindering the movement of the wheels.
The dust was the biggest problem for a bike rider without an eye protection, especially while overtaking another vehicle, or when overtaken by it. It really needed a repair, but every year, due to the snowfall, the road condition deteriorates, so it would cost more money. The serene beauty of the pines resting vertically on the mountains, which rose abruptly from a rivulet, that would merge with Tirthan at its downstream near to Sidhwan, were the constant healer to my dusty eyes.
These trees are among the tallest living creatures of the Himalayas, almost everyone of them rising to 40-50 metres of height. Shoja is a hamlet, from where trekkers love to trek up to Jalori Pass. Houses are built on a very steep mountainous terrain, and one is bound to puzzle between the beauty and threat of falling, both linked with the same place.
|Google map image of the Sareolsar Lake|
Jalori Pass to Sareolsar Lake
|Tenting at Jalori Pass, Kullu|
|Gentle trek from Jalori pass to Sareolsar lake, Kullu|
Finally at Lake
I was happy to help her, because she was in a sick condition and could not walk, but my happiness was accompanied by the pain in my balls which were about to crush against the petrol tank of the bike, when aunty grabbed me tightly circling her arms around my waist, so that she would not fall from the bike.
I don't blame her, because she was a local and already aged, and at present moment, was sick. But, at the same time her more than 80 kg weight was partly resting on my back, while the pot holes in the ground added to the impact. She thanked me at last when she was able to get off the motor-cycle at Jalori pass, and I wanted to smile back and say 'welcome,' but I don't know how successful I was.
I rode back to pick Vinod on the way back, who decided to walk with the relatives of the lady. When we reached home, we were more than tired and exhausted, but filled with satisfaction and joy. In the next post, I shall post the story of our next day visit to Kheer Ganga.