We had a relaxing 3 hours packing, then a two hour lunch (how can lunch be two hours?), at Nicks, then the long drive to the trailhead. But this is the omelet served out of the very sketchy tent at Triund. It was a warm, humid afternoon, and a long hike, arriving at Triund around 6:30, but we still needed to hike for one and one half hours. I did not bring a sleeping bag, only my puffy jacket and pants. Up at 4:30, hiking around 5:45, heading for the peak, a bright sunny day. Once started, we noticed an interesting route up Mount Mun, (15, 435 ft) a bold line up a steep couloir. We hiked for hours, but realized the snow was getting too soft to really be safe to continue to the top, especially with the sun on us. So we traversed sideways and down to another a couloirs , the normal route, aiming for the pass (which we could have done in the beginning, but what would be the adventure in that?)
The ridge at the top of the range, in the clouds would be Mount Mun.
I came over to inspect, beneath a huge rock cairn. I took the crampons off and bouldered up to the next cairn, and thought, I could do this. I made it to the top in about 43 minutes, great view of the great Himalayas beyond. I also started up the ridge toward Mount Mun, to check conditions, which were dry, but the clouds continued to roll in.
The scene at Triund, a popular Indian trekking destination. Lots of dogs, tents, team sports, and chatter.
Our camp just below the glacier.
Our original route in the background, the left coulior. The mountain is huge. Most people take 3 days to do this project.
glissade forever
It was around 2:30 now, and we started the glissade down the snow,
very mellow, but far, glissading for miles. Then it started to get more
cloudy, and lightning and thunder then hail. Then big hail. Then wind. We tried to take shelter
next to a rock at the edge of the glacier, but soon were covered in hail and
wet. We decided to continue down in the storm. We could see some blue
tents in the distance, but decided they were in the wrong place and
without reason (hungry? tired? cold?) unexpectedly and totally made the wrong decision to head over the
ridge, thinking our tents were on the other side. It was hailing hard, and we
had to take shelter again under some rocks in a tiny cave. I was thinking we were all going to
get hypothermia, I was eating everything I could find to stay warm, they had been calling to me from their cave, when should we
leave? How much light is left? We started down the mountain,
but the wind was blowing the hail sideways, and we had to take shelter against
the side of another rock it was so fierce. Finally we set out again, for a little blue tent shelter vendor place. We ducked inside where there were three
other people taking shelter, they were getting ready to spend the night. The tin door was rattling in the wind, the wind was screaming, it was hailing, everyone was crouched down like cave people. I was
soaked, freezing cold. We lit up the
reactor stove and bought a couple of packages of top ramen to try and warm up and decided to head
for the tents, we couldn't stay here, we had no blankets. It was 6:50 PM, it gets dark here around 7:30.
It was getting dark, but in a last desperate
attempt to find our tents we looked over the steep edge of the precipice, where
we saw a little spot of yellow. My
tent! We walked down, found both tents,
pretty mangled, everything inside soaked.
We hurriedly packed up the disaster, and started the hike down. It was nighttime. The walk would not end, it went on forever.
And that is how we arrived at the parking lot at 1:00 AM, camping
in the dirt, woken up at 5:00 AM by a barking dog and motorcycles. Camping in the parking lot was not the first
thing I would have thought of, but that is what we came up with.
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