S. Stefano mountain home "
Far breakfast bar, Saturday morning, with the company's local press, evening feast of crap with" Bittersweet "and" A Place in the Sun "spread on the couch, walk to S. Stephen and New Year are some of the pleasures that make my life bearable and which do not give up if not for reasons of public interest.
Nico decided to go with me today: I'll never know if genuine interest or to please me, but I will investigate. The end is near and low physical effort, but the Veliki Rob is always a pleasant Cimetta and then I itch to get up to the idea Kucelj and maybe try to come back with a ring.
overcast day with few people around now that everyone keeps quiet on the couch to dispose of excess heat of this frenetic days of Christmas. Me and my occasional traveling companion instead of going up to Trnovo, while a cold steel light rain on us.
intabarrato Nico is like an expedition at high altitude, in spite of this strange spring temperatures of December.
Climb in silence for the humid forest that leads to the rocky summit of Veliki Rob. Today is "slow travel", in every sense: slow steps, a little sweat, a few words, and finally at the top, and open spaces throughout the region before his eyes. It 's a great lookout what belongs to us, sitting on these limestone pinnacles that plunge to the valley of Vipava with a leap of a thousand feet, while to the north is all uphill in woods naked and graying to the Julian Alps. Quiet drink a sip of tea, looking east to our next destination.
down through dry grass and dark coniferous forests, always on the edge of the rampart overlooking the forest of Trnovo. He looks the Adriatic, a few miles south, an expanse of liquid lead, and then, in the opposite direction, the strongholds of the Julian whitewashed, walking always in the balance between two worlds, while the cry of a jay will turn off the arrival of a large raptor, probably a buzzard. The rest is silence and light gray, and even up and down, hanging on the edge of the plateau. We have not met a soul, but on Kucelj you see shapes in motion.
We did before, now a grassy dome covered by limestone and low junipers, we could be in Croatia, Macedonia and Greece. Same tough grass and sharp white rocks and tormented them, the same wind-blown vegetation: the Dinaric Alps, the Balkans, East. Everything starts here and leads inexorably eastwards, towards the minarets and the troubled republics of the former Yugoslavia, a handful of worlds in the balance, too, between the Mediterranean, rugged mountains and the Pannonian plain.
At the top we find a lone walker and two pairs of Slovenian talkative which is pleasant chat and get take a picture of the summit, my son and I, a strange pair of hikers.
He pointed out to me that when I chat with my cousins \u200b\u200bSlovenians begin to speak with Russian accent. We laugh as we seek a spot downwind for a sandwich, looking at the plain and the Veliki Rob seems far away.
By indicating cousins \u200b\u200bSlovenian, back with a new route on makadan which, along with around a bit 'lazy, takes us back to the starting point. The forests of Trnovo always give absolute silence beech trees and mossy rocks. They are fairy woods, and Nico also not immune to magic, although this is perhaps the best season of light and stingy colors.
Back at home, in the warmth of the car, which I keep at bay the overwhelming joy of having shared the mountain with someone precious, and he just seems tired, but who knows?! Who knows what lies behind the silence of a twenty year old!?!
