A few kilometres north of the more popular Manali, from memory Vashisht is only reserved a few pages of the Lonely Planet if any. Situated at 2,050m altitude and nestled amongst snow-capped Himalayan peaks in the province of Himachal Pradesh, its Wikipedia entry only boasts a single line. Our mornings consisted of pulling our spare mattress onto the balcony where we watched falcons fighting in mid-air over freshly caught rabbits providing an exhilarating foreground over still and intense peaks. Every day we told ourselves we would get up at 6am to try out the local holy hot springs while the water was at its purest for the day, but would find ourselves in no rush to leave our crimson-walled room in Babu's guesthouse, eventually rousing a few hours later to the sound of him blasting dance music that his bovine friend would courteously moo along to. We dubbed her "Techno Cow."
Dining in the homes of kind strangers and sages in the mountains, a tranquility fell over me. A resident god reincarnated visited from a neighbouring village one morning to visit the springs as we lapped up our oatmeal and fresh fruit, carried on the backs of dozens of his townspeople.
Locals told me of a lake hidden in the mountain peeks that was so clear you could see the stars reflected in it... during the day. That hike is definitely something I'll come back for. Time your visit well - if you arrive in December, the snow might keep you there for a little longer than you bargained for - road closures are common. It's a pretty magic place to be snowed in, though.