The climb up isn&rsquot a hard one, but be advised that without a professional guiding you throughout, it isn&rsquot something you would want to undertake on your own. We started at ten in the morning, coming back down a couple of hours after noon. The view that greets you at the top is one of serenity and absolute wonder. Surrounded by thick deodars and oaks all dusted over by the previous night&rsquos snowfall, you are in the lap of the Himalayan range and armed with a brilliant vantage point to take in the beauty of the adjoining peaks. I must have sat there for a good twenty minutes you can almost ignore the sub-zero temperatures when you&rsquore encircled by that degree of beauty. I wondered if the Dunagiri peak, visible to us directly from our spot, truly had some mythical healing herb growing in abundance. Our guide wholeheartedly agreed to my offhanded quip, and his earnestness made us all shut up and enjoy the magical moment. It was the downward trek that made me question my decision of ever agreeing to trek. We had to hurry back down before the snow hardened, and by the time we reached the base, it had started to snow.