Morning at the stay — deodars over the glass roof. Steffie and I claimed the valley view before breakfast.

The whole Nomads of India crew at Shangarh. Fourteen of us, one meadow, zero plans.

The waterfall hike. We took turns on the boulder for photos — this round was mine and Steffie's.

Twin towers of stacked stone and deodar. The whole group went quiet here — even the chatter stopped.

Every bracket hand-carved, no nails anywhere. We stood underneath till our necks ached.

Wandering around Raila — terraced fields dropping away, ranges fading into the mist. The kind of quiet you can hear.

Evening settling over the meadow — woodsmoke drifting, bonfire plans forming, conversations slowing down.

Standing under the big falls. The spray reached us before the sound did.

Last morning at our base — balconies stacked over the valley, mountains for neighbours.