Thursday 24th July, 2014
The goats are only here in Spiti for two months in the summer. Then the shepherds walk them back to Kashmir, a few hundred difficult kilometres to the west.
We discussed but didn’t seriously consider spending the night at this little place. It’s a wonderful location, alone in the mountains, across the road from a Buddhist chorten. But we’d only covered a handful of kilometres and felt we should press on.
I’d thought most of the water was behind us but I was mistaken. The water crossings were deeper today.
The climb up to Gramphu:
Mist rolling in over the Rohtang La, the pass to Manali (I’m glad we’re not having to go in that direction – to much uphill for my tired legs today).
From Gramphu (where there didn’t appear to be anywhere to stay), it was downhill on tarmac (of sorts) to Koksar.
Summer roadworkers accommodations, I think.
There is definitely a different feel to Koksar; we’re not in Spiti any longer.