The nature fought back. The surface was all slushy and traction was tough to come by. And then it was cold. The scene was an ever-changing canvas with each minute being a new painter that would add another brush stroke of color. What was beautiful and enjoyable then was now a scary monster. Mark was exhausted but undaunted as he kept taking one more step after another. It was now a duel between the human will and the elements. Pass, i jumped back into the car and breathed easy. It was warm, cozy and you need not fight the terrain to plant another step while breathing almost nothing. Rajat asking me if i would be fine him sharing my cycling photographs of this same region. Read my cycling blog here. So, i had the advantage of knowing the place pretty well. The race that would unfold was to be an epic. July, as the last member of the volunteering crew and sensed a prevailing unease. The organizers and volunteers were unsure of the unknowns. By that time, the runners were busy dishing out their instructions to their respective crewmembers. The crewmembers were seen with laptops, gps, cameras, medical equipments, pens, papers, scissors and pretty much all sorts of stationeries for keeping track of all the vitals. Thats what the cars looked like. The victims had no time to save themselves when the truck became airborne and landed upside down on top of them. Two more died after being airlifted to hospital and at least a dozen more were being treated for their injuries yesterday. The driver, who was not badly hurt, was escorted away by police after the crowd became abusive and rocks were thrown.