"Big game hunting in Slovenia"
still want mountains, because of a cold anticyclone and early autumn the usual itchy legs. A day of holiday week amplifies the pleasure of starting to return to my beloved larch burnt by the sun.
But, as often happens to me during the few hours prior to departure, viro with a bold maneuver from the splendor of Lake Bordaglia Blegoš the uncertainty of the mountain, providing a stimulus to the news (and there have never been I have often looked down on the area), but especially the "uhuhuhu" and "ahahaha" Doctor of the peaks of the mountains of mushrooms that has managed to grab a few hours last Sunday.
So, not only itchy legs, hands, but also the idea to sink in the humid undergrowth of moss and leaves of beech and pull out treasures like the beautiful and fragrant fungi Cicciotti, sautéed, and ready to be shared with close friends.
So we start at 8 am on Wednesday, with temperatures in nearby Slovenia are lowered to 3 °. But the green valley that leads to Cerkno is the usual series of postcards of bucolic beauty, lit by the autumn colors and the cold sky of October.
arrive soon to the goal and left the cockpit, the chill of early morning takes up almost to the throat, but just go for a pee behind a beech appears that the first pair of firm and fragrant mushrooms, both to welcome !
The unpaved road climbs gently through the thick woods, but my focus now is magnetized by the carpet of leaves on the sides of the cart, the slopes are too steep to allow some distraction, so that remains is to enjoy the bright colors of the beech trees and the air crystal smell the cool scent of musk and listen to the cry of the jay rusty pulley.
Then you come to a sudden clearing is still green, where he decided to establish a large colony of Amanita muscaria: fifty will be as big as the palm of your hand, ready to file, in small groups, or randomly scattered here and there , red spots and orange dotted with white, beautiful like a fairy tale of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
exiting from the spell, go up to another path in the forest of wonders, but I really only find out the return. Here too we detours to reach the top as soon as possible and then dedicated to hunting down with less effort.
Nothing in this monotonous forest open and silent, with the golden leaves of beech trees that fall to the ground, where rusting rustling under their boots. Sometimes open fleeting visuals of Triglav whitened, but the angry gusts of bora us into the Arctic atmosphere.
The refuge appears suddenly, while shivering in the wind, which spreads on the bare ridge. The Blegoš is right there above, surrounded by a ring of twisted beech trees, a sign of strong winds.
Go up against the hard-frozen snow and traces of recent amplify the feeling of being rushed into an early winter chill. The top is as wide as a prairie and polar swept by gusts, but offers a great view: all around a sea of \u200b\u200bwaving the eye, with Triglav as a massive rock fortress which dominates the scene, while the valleys remain short green pastures of summer homes and a few handfuls of onion and bell.
This should be seen and digested in a hurry, since we entered the Ice Age, and my stomach growls. Unthinkable stop here to eat something; get off to leeward, and harnessed as Himalayan climbers, reluctantly swallow a sandwich frozen. I can not wait to get back into the forest protected from wind and start hunting.
Just a few yards away at the side of the path to embark on an unprecedented frenzy: the mushrooms appear right away and just take a few steps to find another, then another and another. Large, fleshy and fragrant, in a small clearing I find even four, each the size of a large pan and stems that seem logs. After filling two bags and a backpack, and we no longer know where to put them, as some seem to come out of a freezer, weigh like anvils. We also have not nails looked, doves and dozens of other species that do not know well.
Now the cold became too bad here, but I do not mind. In less than half an hour we had a prodigious collection, but now I realize I have my hands frozen. We are now the clearing of Snow White and love them if they laugh, because the mushrooms will disappear, but they are always there!
again half an hour of soft and we cart to the car, where the lower level gives a vague warmth. We load our car and haul away in plain Cepovan passing through a wilderness of forests and boundless sovereign nature.
At home, souvenir photos of the hunt fragments and then off to the pan, with the house smelling of alpine hut, and all around the pan to taste the flavor of the wood.
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