The land offers tremendous seasonal variety. After long winter as sun gets back its bright and cheerful smile, the frozen streams and lakes melt in to flowing laughter. The life starts to teem up again. The hills and dales start covering with a velvety cloak of tender green. The breeze is laden with the fragrance of joy and freshness. Yes, this is the joy of spring which, on maturity, brings with it profusion of blossoms that add colour to the countryside. And in summer it is fascinating when the gold of the morning sun flatter the snow capped mountaintops. The weather gods provide the gold and sunny days during which bird songs and gurgling mountain streams blend in a strange enchanted symphony. The onset of monsoon transmutes the landscape into a verdant miracle.  Clouds wrap the mountain anges making them invisible and even descend down to valley declaring a ‘white out’. In the wilderness of jungle the gentle breeze move the fumes of wispy clouds making the pines whisper secret sounds that the gods alone know. It alternates between swirling mountain mist and the soft, silky, soothing dripping of falling rain.

In autumn when beauty ripens, it is gorgeous. Nature in gold, red and scarlet colours turns the valley in to a veritable paradise. Then comes the snowy brooding silence of winter when valley is locked in snow so deep that most roads are closed, and only a few brave trekkers venture forth to delight in the white, unsullied and virginal beauty of the land. It becomes an expanse of pure white serenity breathing peace and contentment. People here are romantic and carefree. The majesty of the snow peaks, the harshness of the long winter months and Nature’s bounty during the short span of the colourful spring and summer have, perhaps given the people of region a strange blend of humility, sensitivity, and hardiness to survive against heavy odds.

//fascinating, calm and gorgeous, this is the valley of gods!//