Part-way up a mountain, full beauty all the way.
On a mountain slope.
Just a regular field or farmland, so typical of the north.
The countryside always seem manicured and some of the 'people' are also beautiful.
Never under-estimating the harsher side of nature as we climb to the tiny peak.
Some of the world's finest African-American waiters can be found at the High Tatras. Funnily enough, this was the only restaurant/dom that did not serve using porcelain and yet, was the most expensive.
We first noticed this field from a peak and then sought it when we got back to the car.
Probably the most memorable climbing position of the trip, Koprovsky Peak. Illustrating the rugged and challenging mountains alongside pristine landscapes. I should admit there were some nervous moments on the climb.
No 'dirty water' excuses for not swimming...I suppose freezing water could be an acceptable one. Although, having a thick sweater like Jen's would keep a person warm, I'd think.
One of the few days we could see the mountains from our garden. The cut-out area is where we hiked a couple of times.
We enjoyed the chamois although we gave this 'gal' a black eye when she barked rudely at Jen. Then she sought sympathy...we could see right through her antics.
Spis Castle, the land is covered in castles.
Talk about a 'lake district'.
Approaching Green Lake, an original sight, not name.
Returning to the lower peak. Indicating the size of the fish 'that got away' or was it a bird or rabbit? You have to love summer weather in the Tatras...really?
An hotel on Strbske pleso.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
Grand Canyon, Plateau Point in our 'youth'. Lest we ever take ourselves too seriously.
Jenni's first tantrum ever.
At least, not a donkey,...I think.
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