The Hidden Gems of Uttarakhand’s Harsil Valley

Nestled deep in the Himalayas lies India’s best kept secret – the breathtakingly beautiful Harsil Valley in Uttarakhand. Far removed from the chaos of urban life, Harsil Valley transports you to a world of towering snow-capped mountains, gurgling blue rivers, quaint villages, and apple orchards.

Harsil Valley

My fascination with Uttarakhand began when I stumbled upon a YouTube video showcasing the unseen side of the state. The video spoke of gorgeous valleys and rivers that emerge from ancient glaciers. I knew I had to experience the magic for myself.

After a long, winding drive 200 km from Dehradun, I finally arrived at the entrance of Harsil Valley. Fed by the powerful Bhagirathi river that flows from the Gangotri glacier, Harsil Valley is where the Ganges begins its nationwide journey. The lush green valley with the Bhagirathi cutting through, framed by Deodar forests and snowy peaks, looked like a painting come to life.

The Quirky Yellow Village of Harsil

The little town of Harsil at the edge of the valley surprised me with its bursts of color. Unlike most Himalayan villages, the buildings in Harsil are painted bright yellow with beautiful murals depicting local culture. The paintings showcased ladies in traditional attire, folk dances, apple farming – slices of the unique Pahadi way of life.

Though sunny, the December air felt crisp at 3 degree Celsius. Thankfully, I was snug in my comfy HAMMO sweatshirt by MadMarch. Their specialized winter-wear made braving the cold breeze easier during my long walks through the valley.

The Wooden Wonders of Bagori Village

A short stroll from Harsil market lies the picturesque Bagori village. Bagori offers a rare sight – a settlement of 150 traditional Pahadi wooden houses nestled between snowy peaks. Dark wooden frames offset by golden apple orchards under clear blue skies – it was a charming scene.

Intrigued by the locked doors and silence, I discovered the unique living habits of the locals. The villagers shift to the lower regions during winter and return to Bagori to cultivate their fields during summer. The solitude is perfect for a few elders who prefer the quiet.

At the edge of the Buddhist monastery flows crystal clear water from the Jalandhri glacier. The convergence of cultures is evident in the peaceful co-existence of faiths. The sweet aunty in her traditional attire and Buddhist locket represents the beautiful assimilation of Hindu and Buddhist traditions.

Apricot trees with ripe Chuli dot the farms. After tasting the sweet Chulis, I spent an evening sharing tea and stories with the locals. Regardless of the abandoned houses, Bagori’s warmth and simplicity touched my soul.

The Epic Gartang Gali Trek

My quest for vanishing villages led me to Mukhwa. The hike through forests and along the Bhagirathi treated me to views of the mighty Gangotri range, with peaks at 22,000 ft+. As I huffed and puffed along the narrow muddy trail, I understood the significance of this route – the former salt trade pathway between India and Tibet!

Before the Indo-China war, the Nelong valley villages relied on this route for commerce. After the war, they resettled to Bagori and villages across the valley. The most astonishing discovery was the remnants of the breathtakingly dangerous old wooden bridge known as Gartang Gali.

Gripping the rocky edges, I glanced down at the Bhagirathi wildly gushing through the ravine crossed by this slim wooden bridge! My mind boggled at the engineering genius of ancestors that constructed access across such formidable terrain. It was humbling to stand at the crossroads of history.

Mukhwa Village – Abode of the Ganges

Past the solitary aloo fields stood the tiny hamlet of Mukhwa cradled by towering peaks. Comprising of just 20-odd houses, Mukhwa is a window into traditional Pahadi lifestyles. As kids played gleefully outside, I caught glimpses of a way of life less touched by modernity’s trappings through the wooden windows.

The Mukhwa temple is pivotal to the village identity. Locals consider it to be Goddess Ganga’s winter home after Gangotri. For them, it is ‘Gangaji ka Maika’ – revered as the Mother Ganga’s parental home. Though small, Mukhwa takes immense pride in this special connection with India’s holiest river.

Before leaving Mukhwa’s comforting simplicity behind, I happily accepted a bagful of juicy apples. The gleeful elders seemed surprised that I was so fascinated by apples on trees, considering they were in such abundance! Their mirth and sheer generosity in sharing made the sweetest memories for me to savour.

The People Make the Valleys Come Alive

The raw, arresting vistas of Harsil and its valley are undoubtedly Nature’s work of art. However, the warm, welcoming local communities that call these mountains home are the soul of the valleys. Their undiluted kindness, legendary Pahadi hospitality, and pride make it easier for visitors to connect deeper with this magical region.

It is the people like the aunty at Bagori who insisted on feeding me Pahadi Rajma or the apple-giving Mukhwa elders that elevated my journey from mere sightseeing to a profoundly touching human experience. I believe it is because of people like them that we can call Uttarakhand our second home.

So, if you chance upon that YouTube video about unknown Harsil – do yourself a favor, stop everything and plan that trip! Because Harsil’s treasured beauty lies as much in its spectacular landscapes as its noble, large-hearted people.

map to Harsil valley

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