Nako, July 15, 2016, 1843 hours.
I got my first glimpse of Nako Lake as I stepped towards a horse enclosure on a farm. It was a mare as we found out soon enough and there was a young foal standing alongside its Mumma and munching grass. That’s also the moment when I caught sight of the green waters of the Nako Lake.
And it was at once a relief to have finally reached the lake and also a captivating moment since I found myself walking towards the lake drawn by it’s beauty.
The Nako Lake is quite famous and its famous so much so that many people know of Nako only because of the lake. It’s a small lake compared to other famous Himalayan lakes but it’s got a distinct character. It has the feel of a homely large pond with cosy enclaves formed by protective trees. It has a decent length, allowing one to take a leisurely walk around its periphery.
And it has fish, like we realised when we saw these little kids intently and seriously going about the business of fishing.
The lake apparently freezes in winter, much to the glee of locals and for the few tourists who make it to that altitude in winter – it becomes an ice-skating arena then.
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