The posting that follows this one deals with a memorable experience, (many of them are), which in addition attempts to capture the essence of life on the mountains and immersed in natural surroundings. Therefore, although this hike was a gem, comments and observations are combined with posting 31.12 and are contained therein.
On a remarkable hike and experience, it certainly wasn't 'one for the birds'.
Looking down on a peak (grass top) we had climbed two days before (Slemenova Spica). In fact, it was on
that hike where Jenni took a bad fall. You can see a person on the summit.
Two days before, an injured Jenni makes her way to the peak, courageously.
Arriving at the peak and being confronted with just one of an abundant number of magnificent sights.
Across the way is a trail I took the following day, the gray patch above the tree clumps.
To say the terrain was rugged would be an understatement.
The 'nightmarish' gulley (previous visit) proved quite easy the second time around.
Had Jenni been with me, then the picture of the young, strapping fellow standing on the edge would have
been me, sans good physique.
One 'cuckoo' flew past another's nest at the peak, making me feel a mere spectator.
The sights from high above looking at snow- and cloud-covered peaks on the horizon are always satisfying.
Austria is beyond the mountain to the fore; we paid a visit over the top the previous week.
Not the most gentle of 'guys'. The Julian Mountains are proving to be everything that a mountain range can be.
The thing missing is compassion for humans.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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