

The journeys / 03 With friends · June 2023
TowardsMantalai.
The way back was part of it.
A last-minute plan / Parvati Valley
We went for a lake.
We came back with this.
The plan was Mantalai Lake. Three of us, a sudden decision, and everything we needed to make camp on our backs. Our own tent. Our own cooking setup. No guide. No porter.
I knew Parvati Valley. I’d been back many times, walked around Kalga and hiked through Kheerganga. Beyond Kheerganga was new ground. This time, we wanted to find our own way.
- 01 / The beginningKalga
- 02 / A day to restKheerganga
- 03 / Three days beyondInto the wilderness
- 04 / Before the lakeWe turned back
01 / The three of us
New ground.
All of us.
I was recovering from a broken shoulder bone. One friend was in the mountains for the first time. The other was new too: tough, and extremely adventurous.
We had the equipment. Experience was a little less evenly distributed. And none of us had done this particular walk before.

02 / Beyond Kheerganga
Past the path
I knew.
The familiar valley became something else.
More green. More space. Fewer signs of anyone.



Put a person in the frame.
The mountains get bigger.

The valley, moving
Water everywhere.
A way through.
Across a log bridge.
Below walls streaked with waterfalls.
Further into the green.

03 / Everything we carried
Home was
what we unpacked.
Three days beyond Kheerganga, camping on our own.
A tent for the night. A stove for a meal.
Everything else was the valley.



A small kitchen / A very big view
Make a meal.
Make a place.

We chose to carry our own gear and cook for ourselves. For those days, setting up camp was as much a part of the journey as the walking.

An evening with the herd
For a while,
we had company.


A full minute with the herd, if you have nowhere else to be.


One evening / The mist came in
The same valley.
A smaller world.
Some days gave us blue skies and all that green.
One evening, heavy mist closed around camp.
A place we made
See the full frame ↗︎Daylight / We carried our shelter into the valley and made a place for the night.
Mist / My friend beside camp as the mist came in. Our small bit of warmth.

The mountains became outlines.
Everything above them opened up.




05 / The way back
We didn’t
reach the lake.
There wasn’t one dramatic moment that made the decision for us. One of us was exhausted. I was carrying the worry that my shoulder could get worse.
We had gone three days beyond Kheerganga. Continuing didn’t feel right. So we turned back, before Mantalai Lake.
That was part of this journey too: deciding we had gone far enough.


The lake stayed
further up the valley.
What I remember about the timing
One day after I got back,
massive floods hit the route.
We had made it out. Turning back ended up being a very good decision.

The moving memories
A little longer
in the valley.
Eleven films and Live Photo moments.
Open any film for the full clip.
Sound starts with you.
The complete photo collection
Forty-six frames.
All the way back.
The grand views. The small details.
The goats. The stars. The three of us.
Open a photograph to see the full frame.
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Towards Mantalai / Parvati Valley
A different ending.
Still our story.
Three friends. Our own camp.
A whole valley on the way to a lake we didn’t reach.