It was a warm morning, like all times I invited myself and say a place invited me, enthralled me, and this time, beckoned me, this morning it was Yercaud, near Salem.
I scattered some rice for the sparrows and crows, and a few pieces of biscuits for the stray dogs around the campus, before starting off to Yercaud with another one, who seemed passionate enough to come along on my scooty, at a hint of the trek.
It was a slow breezy ride, and we rarely overtook anyone, except the walkers and cyclist on the way.
Parking the vehicle at the sixty feet bridge, at the Yercaud ghat road, we climbed up the foot path a step at a time, breathing became a bit noticeable after a few minutes, the winding footpath took us higher with every few steps.
The breeze blowing through the leaves, the distant water sounds from a creek, the chirping of the birds, made us aware of the forest around, with the moving shadows of the swaying branches and leaves.
At one point on the path there was a fallen tree, just a few steps before it another path was noticed and we continued on it, I immediately sensed we were moving at a tangent, but not letting out we continued.
It was from this the adventure truly started, new route, everything different, the usual landmarks were absent, I was sure I did not show it in my gestures and voice, we continued till we suddenly noticed a blush of handsomes having food in the natural lawn at a clearing, after a long time.
Exchanging words, about the similar detours we both made, we confirmed our route and moved.
From then on it was more coffee plantations, silver oaks, pepper creepers, and brooks.
Refreshed and more refreshing, at the mountain streams, we walked through a village, and then reached the cliff.
At the village a child raided her own gooseberry tree, to offer us, at our request a few berries.
The breeze and feel was stunning, and moving at the cliff, it was the peak of the trek, for it's height, and the emotions.Difficult to move away from such spots, we grudgingly shuffled down to a flintstone white Rock.
More scenic view and pictures, we had to drag ourselves away to continue on the way down.
We made a circle coming to that fallen tree again, which made our trip all the more adventurous.
The remaining part was shaky, the loose stones and the trembling limbs.
Every minute down was lighter, with a part of us still on the slopes, and warmer with the closeness to the plains.
At the first hairpin bend, we had tender coconut water, and found our way into Salem city proper.
Like in the movies the second part is released first, and the first part later for the curious, about the past.
The "Annachi kadai" was the sequel to this.
P. S.
Both are a wonder by themselves, but one following the other, is a full treat.
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