Chulu West Peak had been on my mind for years. At 6,419 meters, it is one of the higher trekking peaks in Nepal, and I knew it wouldn’t be easy. But something about its remote location and connection to the Annapurna region made it feel special like it had a story to tell, and I was ready to listen.
The journey started with excitement and quiet nerves. I had done some high-altitude treks before, but this was different. Climbing a peak meant more technical gear, longer days, and real mental effort. I was prepared for a tough experience but also looking forward to seeing what I was capable of.
The early part of the trek was peaceful. We passed through small villages, crossed rivers, and followed trails surrounded by massive hills and quiet forests. The people in these villages welcomed us with warm smiles and hot food. These moments reminded me that the mountains aren’t just about climbing – they are about connection too. The simple lifestyle of the locals grounded me and gave the journey a deeper meaning.
As we gained altitude, things began to shift. The air grew colder and thinner. Breathing got harder, and walking uphill took more effort. Still, every day brought a new kind of beauty. I remember watching the sun fall behind the snow-covered ridges and feeling a quiet kind of joy, even though my legs were sore and my head was pounding from the altitude.
The base camp of Chulu West was cold and windy, but the mood in the group stayed strong. Everyone had their own reasons for being there, but we were united by the same goal – the summit. We shared stories, tea, and lots of jokes to stay relaxed. These moments with the team gave me strength when my body started to feel the real effects of the climb.
From high camp, everything got more intense. We started our summit push in the early morning. It was pitch dark, and the only light came from our headlamps. Each step felt like a small victory. The cold bit at my fingers, and my feet felt heavier than ever, but I kept going, guided by the rhythm of my breath and the crunch of snow beneath my boots.
There was a point near the top when I wanted to give up. The wind had picked up, and I was exhausted. But I looked around at the endless white and the silhouettes of distant peaks and told myself – you’ve come too far to stop now.
And then finally, I made it.
The summit was quiet. No big celebration. Just the sound of the wind and the mountains watching from all sides. I looked out at the wide view – Annapurna, Dhaulagiri, and so many other peaks stretched across the sky. I felt small but also powerful. Not because I had conquered anything, but because I had listened to my body, stayed patient, and trusted the mountain.
Coming down was just as important. I stayed focused, step by step, knowing how quickly things can change up high. By the time we returned to base camp, I was physically drained but mentally alive. I had done it.
Climbing Chulu West Peak taught me more than I expected. It wasn’t just about ropes, ice axes, and altitude. It was about trusting the process, respecting the mountain, and finding peace in discomfort. It showed me how far determination can take you – even when your legs feel like giving up.
For anyone who’s looking for a true alpine challenge and a deep experience in the mountains, Chulu West is worth it. It’s not just another trek. It’s a climb that stays with you long after your boots come off.
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