Halfway to Gangotri, we ran into this little shop with this awesome hoarding. Do click to enlarge it and read all of the writing.
But a little further ahead, we found the road blocked by a landslide. Tons of rock had been swept onto the road, and the rain had compounded the crime by bringing down a river of sludgy mud over it that threatened to immobilize any vehicle that tried to venture across it.
Apparently a bulldozer was on its way, but while we waited for it, some folks on both sides of the divide decided a little honest labour couldn't do any harm. So in a steady drizzle, people squelched around in the muck moving huge rocks and boatloads of mud with one crowbar, one length of webbing and a plentiful supply of bare hands. We all chipped in, some very enthusiastically wading right into the thick of things (literally), and some two-wheelers did manage to find a narrow reasonably solid route across (left) (with liberal amounts of pushing and pulling involved in each transit), but after a good part of an hour the effort waned and we decided stone-throwing competitions were a better way to while away time (right).
A nocturnal visit to the temple nearly resulted in a fight with a couple of self-appointed temple "guards". Thankfully, the situation was diffused before half the town was called into the fray.