Trip to Butoli - (Part 3) Red bridge conquered !

This is where we couldn't find another trail. This marked the merging with river and ending of the canal on the right.

Even though we had still covered a good distance and had enjoyed the natural surroundings thoroughly, yet we thought that if a mission was set, it ought to be accomplished to some extent. We were not sure of Bhadraj anymore, because we knew we wont be able to make it back before dark now when we had lost track, but we surely wanted to make it to Butoli. On one side of us, on the mountain, we could see a beautiful field that we initially mistook for Butoli or at least we thought that that would lead us to Butoli. After searching for a while, when we couldnt find any access to the field, we turned around and took to the canal once again hoping to find another outlet to Butoli. Luckily we met a khachar-waala (donkey man) not too far away who gave us clearer instructions this time to Butoli.

We were very much right on track. We were supposed to walk through the river up and that's when we would find a bridge and from there we had to go left to Butoli. So we turned around once again, came back to the river, and then started the hardest part (at least we thought so at that time). There was good enough water in the river and it was laded with big boulders everywhere. We hopped from boulder to boulder, walking sometimes on one edge and sometimes the other. Dinu had become a little sluggish because of over-eating puri-aloo which i tried to stop him from eating that much, who can stop a wild boar when he is eating. In his sluggishness, he stumbled in the middle of the river a few times and completely wet his socks, shoes, and trousers. He took it in the stride though and accepted that as part of adventure. We kept our spirits up and energies intact, and continued hopping on.

The treacherous river that took us to the red bridge, eventually.

And then we spotted the old but awesome red bridge in the distance. This was indeed a moment of triumph. We were no where close to Bhadraj, but still it was a milestone that we initially thought we wouldnt be able to accomplish. Little did we realize that even Butoli wasn't that nearby either and we were actually standing at the foot of the hill that we had to climb to reach Butoli. The next leg up to Butoli was the toughest test of our rusted bodies we had taken in a long time. (TO BE CONTD.)

The triumphant duo take a breather on the bridge.