Rupin Passage: A Trek Through Nature's Canvas
Immersing in the Essence of the Rupin Pass Experience
In the heart of the Himalayas, a journey unfolds
Along the Rupin Pass, where stories are told
Blooming valleys of rhododendron flowers in bloom
Painting the landscape with shades of red and plume
Snow, lots of snow, a blanket of white
Glistening under the sun, a mesmerizing sight
Each step taken, a crunch beneath my feet
In this winter wonderland, where nature and I meet
River crossings with pinewood bridges to guide
Over rushing waters, on the other side
The sound of the current, a soothing melody
A reminder of the power and beauty of this journey
Through valleys and peaks, we wander and roam
In this vast wilderness, we find our home
Rupin Pass Trek, a place of wonder and grace
Where nature's beauty leaves a lasting trace.
In the midst of mountains and valleys so grand
We find ourselves in this untouched land
A trek to remember, a journey so true
In the company of nature, under skies so blue.
About the Creator
Vikas Sharma
🌿 Nature Enthusiast 🌳 | 🚴♂️ Cyclist | 🥾 Hiker | 🚣♂️ Novice Kayaker
Want to see where the journey takes me next? Follow along on my recent treks: Sandakphu, Rupin Pass, Buran Ghati, Sar pass and Chopta Chandrashila!
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