Trace the Trails...

Continues from Wroom Wroom... It’s Desert Bikes

The sand on the other side of the hill was untouched. We started to go up the sand dunes. The wind had formed the sketch of waves on the untouched morning sand. As I climbed, I turned back. My foot prints were also there in a trail. It was then I realized that I can find out many trails in this self repairing soil.

It was then an attempt to trace the trails. I detected the trace of ants and an unknown trail. However, as our gang started exploring the area, the only trail that became available was those of footprints. The little ones in the gang started to slide down the sand dunes and to climb up again. We removed our Abhayas and relaxed for a while.

Three Expressions of nature

The fort across the desert looked so majestic in the glazing rays of sun.  The swift wind started to blow hot air and we started to melt. Among all these, the view along the desert kept on making us forget about the hot climate. After the vast stretch of desert, laid the green fields, succeeded by rock mountains. The three expressions of nature in the same platform was a rare scene of art.

Trails...

In between Sarath and Sreejith had gone uphill. They were busy with their photography expeditions as we started to come down. As they came back, Sreejith told me about the many trails that they had traced uphill. One trail definitely captured my attention-the trail that looked like a snake’s.

Camel field

The sand was turning into a hot bed as we returned. The wind started to become searing for those who face it. Our footprints will soon be repaired  by this hot wind. In the evening, it will welcome the new visitors with the freshness that had greeted us. As we passed the camel field, I thought -many of us may not set our foot prints again in that soil. But who cares? The passed moments are quite memorable and you cannot step on the same sand again, right?