In my defence, I did gallivant. Stopping between the bullet points on the itinerary to take in achingly beautiful places whose names even Mushtaq, my very own Ghulam Quadir, hadn&rsquot heard of. Of the names I do know now, and I am reluctant to part with, Budgam district&rsquos Doodhpathri (pronounced Dwadhpathri in Kashmiri) is one. Not on our original list of to-dos, it&rsquos at the insistence of photographer Javeed (&ldquoIt&rsquoll be better than Gulmarg, you watch&rdquo) that we leave Srinagar on a morning as irresolute &mdash now sunny, now not &mdash as I am about the detour. The felled trees in the lower reaches only make it worse. But my confidence hits a particularly rough patch when, on the last few kilometres uphill, our doughty Innova turns into the Mars Rover. (Although, by the time you visit, the road-under-construction signs should have disappeared.) Suddenly, without warning, the wildflower-spangled, intensely green meadows come rolling at us.