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Picture Story14 January 2026· 6 min read

Kedarkantha in Winter: A Picture Story

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Kedarkantha in Winter: A Picture Story

Snow-laden pines, a frozen summit push and the kind of sunrise that makes the 4 a.m. start worth it — Kedarkantha told in photographs.

Some trails you walk for the summit. Kedarkantha, in the depths of a Uttarakhand winter, you walk for everything in between — the pine forests heavy with snow, the clearings that open without warning onto the Swargarohini massif, the deep quiet of a camp at Juda-ka-Talab as the last light drains out of the sky and the cold settles in for the night.

Leaving Sankri as the first snow appears on the trail.
Fig.Leaving Sankri as the first snow appears on the trail.

We started from Sankri, the little roadhead village that most Garhwal treks begin from, with the temperature already dropping and the first snow crunching underfoot within the hour. There is a particular kind of hush a forest takes on when it is under snow — sound falls flat, the light goes blue between the trunks, and you find yourself talking in a lower voice without quite deciding to.

The trail winds up through snow-laden pines above Sankri.
Fig.The trail winds up through snow-laden pines above Sankri.

By early afternoon we reached Juda-ka-Talab, a frozen lake ringed by oak and pine, and made camp while there was still light to work by. Winter days are short in the mountains; the sun drops behind a ridge and the temperature follows it down fast. We ate early, hands wrapped around tin mugs, and watched the sky do the long, slow colour-change that makes the cold worth it.

Camp settles in as the last light leaves the ridge.
Fig.Camp settles in as the last light leaves the ridge.

The summit push

We left camp at four in the morning, headlamps bobbing single-file up the ridge, the snow squeaking underfoot in the way it only does when it is properly cold. For an hour there was nothing but the pool of light in front of your boots and the breathing of the person ahead. Then, slowly, the sky began to pale.

Dawn breaks over the ridgeline on the summit push.
Fig.Dawn breaks over the ridgeline on the summit push.

By the time we crested the final slope the whole Garhwal Himalaya was laid out around us — Bandarpoonch, Swargarohini, Black Peak, Ranglana — catching the first gold of the day one by one. The summit of Kedarkantha, at a little over 12,500 feet, felt less like an endpoint than a viewing gallery hung above half of Uttarakhand.

First light on the Kedarkantha summit ridge, the Garhwal giants beyond.
Fig.First light on the Kedarkantha summit ridge, the Garhwal giants beyond.

The walk down is its own reward — glissading the soft snow, the forest waking up around you, the promise of a hot breakfast at camp. If you have never walked on snow, Kedarkantha is the trek people mean when they tell you to start with a winter classic. It asks just enough of you, and gives back a great deal more.

The long descent back down through the pines.
Fig.The long descent back down through the pines.
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