When I walked in the woods
The salubrious weather and pristine environment of Lansdowne leaves an immortal impact on the tourists. It is the perfect place to mediate and rejuvenate your soul
Far from madding crowd when you just need that ‘me’ time, I planned to escape to Lansdowne. In less than a day, area of the land under my feet reduced to 6.08 sq. km. I was walking under the moonlight and felt undaunted. I took the paths wandered by the leopards. I was reaching the mystic whispers of the wild in one of the well motorable hills of Uttarakhand.
Almost 5 hours drive from Delhi, this cantonment area of Garhwal Rifles. The place is home to many old buildings of British colonial architecture and military history.
The salubrious weather and pristine environment of
Lansdowne leaves an immortal impact on the tourists. It is the perfect place to mediate and rejuvenate your soul.
With every inch I walked there, I was witnessing a magic, the way in which its beauty was growing over me. I ran on the hills to see the pines being pecked. I trekked the drizzled lands to witness the majestic unseen hues of the morning star. I took calm walks under the starry stash without the fear of an animal following. I saw life on the oak branches, a Langoor feeding its baby; the calves calmly grazing and the crown headed birds amidst the mango branches playfully wandering. I felt ultimate freedom, like a hectic voyager whose home is the road. Life in Landsdowne was mundane.
The nature was enduring a forest fire and working on transforming the ashes into sand, then into mud to bear the fruits of future. Walking in the woods can be full of surprises.
This little hill station had a few tourist spots which I visited too. A 30 feet man-made lake called Bhulla taal is a popular attraction. It makes me wonder why people would play with the nature to clear out something just so they could build a self-proclaimed piece of nature.
Then besides this you have the local market and the military market for buying souvenirs. Also the amazing part of this place, of course after those amazing strolls was its churches.
St. James church was a catholic church built in late 1930s. This church was secluded and forgotten in its time and was turned into a warehouse, then a stable and then into a stranded school. It was only after the efforts of Ft. James that in 1980s this church built itself up again in its glory and was given a status of a place to worship. It is a small beautiful church with a story themed in transformation.
I had seen heaven under my feet and over my head here and realized that we can never have enough of nature. Its wilderness speaks life. Its dark night shining in the stars creates silhouettes of trees in its silent tress. It’s a host of stars. And the best time to visit this place is in the monsoon. It rained that day, when I was leaving. It turned this land into a place I had never seen and the roads I had never walked on.
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