From the elephant’s head

You come to a paved road and walk up until you are at a nice flat meadow overlooking a valley full of tea plantations. You can barely see them in the dark. The view is ordinary: a meadow full of drying grass, a darkening valley, mountains beyond, and the barest wisp of a cloud in the sky. The look is so ordinary that you can’t believe that you are halfway up the Anamudi, the tallest mountain in the Western Ghats. The name means “Elephant’s head”

This image is my entry to the Daily Post’s photo challenge for the week: the earth, with all the wrinkles that cover it. Just a meadow and mountains? Mundane enough for Photrablogger’s challenge.