write description essays your visit to a hill station
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A Visit To A Hill Station.
During the summer vacation I along with my cousin, decided to visit Mussoorie, a hill station in the Garhwal mountains of Uttarakhand, also known as the Queen of the hills. The eight-hour journey by the Mussoorie Express was quite uneventful and early morning we reached Dehradun, a city on the foothill of the Garhwal mountains. The two-hour taxi ride from Dehradun to Mussoorie was very exciting. The sharp turns and the steep climb made my stomach cuddle. My cousin sensing my state gave me some lemon drops. Soon the nausea abated and I started enjoying the beauty of the mountains, full of greenery.
Occasionally glancing down the deep gorges would send a chill down my spine, which made me cling desperately to the seat as the taxi swung from side to side. The first thing that struck me as I stepped out of the taxi was the cool refreshing breeze. It was a welcome change from the hot 100 we had left behind. We headed towards a tourist lodge, which was a little distance away from ‘The Mall’. By the time we reached it we were panting for breath.
After a quick breakfast we decided to go for a hike. Avoiding the overcrowded Mall road, we walked on the quiet wooded path towards the Sisters Bazar side of the town, which still retains much of its pristine beauty, with big pine and deodar trees. On the Mall we took a trolley for going to Gun Hill Top. I was mesmerised by the flora and fauna of the valley as the trolley ascended. A motley crowd of tourists on Gun Hill Top was busy shopping in the tastefully decorated stalls, which offered novelty items and eatables. Looking through the telescope I saw many mountain peaks covered with snow. The south side of the ridge overlooked the Doon valley and the Shivalik Hills. I got myself photographed as Gabbar Singh, the legendary tinsel dacoit before returning to the lodge.
Early next morning we set went to the Kempty Falls, which was half an hour’s drive from Mussoorie. The silver stream of water falling from a great height was indeed enchanting. Small droplets struck me on the face, though I was standing quite a distance away. The children were having a whale of a time, in the little pool of water a little distance away from the waterfall. The merrymaking was so infectious, that I also joined in the fun and got completely drenched, standing below the silver stream of water. After a quick change, and a sumptuous lunch, we returned to the lodge for packing our baggage, to return the next morning.
As the taxi raced down hill, I bid farewell to the lovely mountains with a heavy heart. I made a solemn promise to come again for a longer stay in the lap of nature.
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