Bridge

On the road back to chhalal from Kasol.

A day of rain, returned thunder upon the mountains. Caught, unprepared, in Kasol, waiting out the storm in chill winds clad in shorts and sandals as the hills disappeared into the mist and clouds floated around our elbows. Happily it stopped just before nightfall...the penultimate stumble across the shoogly bridge..and the changed soundscape of the freedom place, mellowed, hypnotic...But time to leave again...too much to do here, too little time...