Our senses may be highly developed, but they can always profit from a bit of guidance. As I began a trail near Mukteshwar, I could hear the shrill chirping of birds and the distant burbling of water, see towering trees with needle-like leaves and upward-pointing branches, and scent a familiar sweet fragrance. After a brief conversation with a knowledgeable local, I knew that the call was of a Himalayan bulbul, the babbling of the Bhalu Gaad waterfall, the trees chir pine, and the fragrance, of course, the rhododendron that bloomed bright crimson in spring.







