I did not grow up in the mountains. My world was flat and noisy. I heard about the <a href="https://himalayashelter.com/trek/kedarkantha-trek">Kedarkantha trek</a> from a friend. I saw photos of the Kedarkantha summit covered in snow. I signed up to go with Himalaya Shelter.

Traveling from the city to Dehradun felt new. I was alone and not sure what to expect. The bus to Sankri with the Himalaya Shelter group bounced through hills for hours. Sankri was quiet except for dogs running around and other trekkers. The guides from Himalaya Shelter looked confident and relaxed.

On the first day, we walked into the pine forest as a group. The air felt sharp and clean. Guides talked about the region and always made sure we kept pace. The snow grew thicker as we moved higher. Often I stopped just to breathe and listen. The group did not talk much while walking. That was fine with me.

Each camp was colder than the last. Meals were plain but filling. Himalaya Shelter staff always checked if we needed something. Around tea, we laughed and tried to keep warm. Shoes froze at night sometimes. It was not always easy, but I did not want to complain.

We left for Kedarkantha summit when it was still dark. The snow was deep. Guides from Himalaya Shelter made sure we all stuck together. My boots kept slipping, but they just told me to keep going. I saw the sunrise touch the peaks pink when we reached the Kedarkantha summit. Everyone sat in the snow, quietly proud.

The way down was smoother. People shared stories and jokes. Guides from Himalaya Shelter made sure nobody was left behind. Back in Sankri, I felt tired but happy. The Kedarkantha trek gave me good memories, small moments of peace, and a finish I am proud of. Sometimes I remember the air, the view, and the quiet on that summit.