ACTIONS 2010

Another holiday in our style with everything- history, sea, wild sleeping, and of course mountains. Now, we start with three days in mountains. Not "some" mountains, but the dominant Dolomites itself. One hears about it, admires it on TV, but you are only able to understand its dominance from inside.

Not long before Mišo was telling us about Mount Marmot. Not later than 2 weeks and we, Mišo The Cartogtrapher, Kate The Enthusiastic, Tanja The Intermediate, Ivka The Anxious and me, Miro The Writing are heading up the Great Cold Valley towards it.

For a month pre-planned stay at Brnčalka chalet with climbs around wrecked after a guard at the park place recommended us not to leave our car there because of thefts.

Two months had passed and we were heading to Poland to finish the April`s trip to Giewont and Orla Perc from two nooks of Slovakia. Me, Miro The Writing, Ivka The Frozen, Tanja The Silent, Pato The Poorlydressed, Monika The StopitPato, Mathew The Cop, Sisa The Matkooo, Katka The Millet and Michal The Millet 2, but for the Millets met in Dolny Kubin. Some trouble (two fines) but still we did it.

How to fill the time before finishing the unfinished crest in Poland? And so we were running away from the town`s smell and noise to the silence of Big Fatra. There had been silence till we, Ivka The Burdock, Tanja The Hoarse and me, Miro The writing, came to scare bears away. Paranoia? Why not. They are so many. (so much I crave to meet one... and nothing)

We set off towards the Polish Tatras by two cars. We are six: Paťo The Aerial, Monika The Pinklady, Maťo The CV, Sisa The Zakopané, Ivka The Brokenleg, Tanja The Frostbite and me, Miro The Writing. So we are here! ...oh, we are not. And here we are at last. That way we aproached the right valley, some natives warning us before the snow, ice and severe weather. We set off for the sacred Giewont.

ACTIONS 2009

One could wonder why a man sets out for the Big Fatra`s main crest`s hill, Krížna, again and again. The reasons are several. The majesty of the main ridge, its sheer slopes scarred by the avalanches and beautiful views. We had two more, Tanja who was to see this beauty for the first time and the fact, we chose Túfna valley as our ascending trek with visiting its two caves.

We are trying our luck to climb it for the second time. Again, over the Little Ice Peak. Our winter go was deflected by several avelanches and a thick cover of heavy snow. Anyway the passage between the Little and Big Peak is unfeasible in winter.

This company action had been invented in Baška`s and Edo`s heads at the end of July. We, eventual tourists, exchanged some mails and the lodging was about to loom. There was a good number of us gathered up, but after the last weather forcast we remained seven - me, Krtko, Baška, Edo, Erik, Jolik, Marian a Ivan.

8th August 2009 - the passage of the crest of the West Tatras. The team`s make-up: Miro The Rarelynotwriting, Tanja The Fullofhope, Philip The Avid, and me Ivka The Torturedbybackpack. We started in Zvolen escorted by careworn, half-sleeping Lenka.

We met at the station in Zvolen early in the morning, except for Anička who joined us in žilina. Krto The Resolutedagain, Joseph The Bandagedagain, Tanja The Presentagain, Ivka The Excitedagain and Miro The Writingagain bought the tickets again as well as a bottle which is not a necessary item, by the way I lost my 60 Euro worth purse because of that.

ACTIONS 2008

All this action had continued from 2006 when we planned the first event in West Tatras. Then we managed to pass the initial leg. The next year the second leg came and this year we accomplished the main ridge. Nine of us gathered up. Fantastic four, i.e. me (Krtko), Jožo (Puko), Braňo (Dolko), Peťo (Kapo) and Jožko, Anička, Peťo, Gabika.

At last, Táňa s dreams, maybe ours, came true. The point was that she found herself in Tatras for the first time, whats more in High Tatras. For the second time now, we crashed, pretty unbecomingly, into my parents hotel room which they had got last minute.

I rob my dad of his car once more, it is 17:00 and we are setting off to Poland. Krto The Intent, Ivka The Nice, Jožko The Cautious, me, Miro, the Writing, and we dashed for Jožko s Anička to Ružomberok.

It was 3rd Aug 2008 we had crawled home from the station through the housing estate of Západ. We already then felt that our legs, feet but chiefly minds needed a genuine rest. Previously we had conceived our The Alps Expedition 2008 as a rest. And so, within a "by the seaside" vacation in Bulgaria, we, five crammed in the car, set off to climb Musala, the highest mountain in Rila as well as Bulgaria.

It all began, as usual, with a ring. Counting out our previous plans which used to begin with "Where to go firstly? at the season`s beginning." We wanted a duck soup as a run-up. So there was nothing but the Slovak Paradise.

ACTIONS 2007

One evening I was browsing the Internet space and a Czech site appeared on the screen. There were several depictions of ascents. Of course, I downloaded all High Tatras´ ascents. We decided to degrade the peakk of Kežmarský as first. As if there weren´t enough people we got only three of us together: Ivka The Experience - taking, Peťo The Photo-maniak and me, Miro The Writing.

And another event like a bolt from the blue. A week ago, we´d prearranged a go to Tatras. That was called off, so our craving for shooting off helped us to ferret out something else. A friend of us Korky (thanks Maťo) put his two friends on the map who´d intended to climb Gerlach. Guess! for how long did we perpend it?... right! ...for no time.

ACTIONS 2006

This event arose from day to day. I returned home from under Kráľova hola where I caught gorgeous views of Low Tatras. So an idea crossed my mind, why not to make use of probably last Indian summer´s weekend. I waited for my brother had returned home and spoke some words. We came up with Roháče, we haven´t beer there yet.

This event was raised during a lift in Dudo´s car to somewhere. I asked him about his plan for the forthcoming weekend. What about a hike? I suggested Súľov which we had planned for long, or The Slovak Paradise. My brother said YEAH forthwith. That evening I brosed through the web I my eyes caught a glimpse of top 10 of Slovak Paradise http://www.slovenskyraj.sk/10naj/10naj.html and all was clear.

I´m writing this text with about one and a half delay, so hardly I could push any emotional adornments in it. The only one we remember is the fucking hot muscle fever we suffered after the "run" up the highest peak of Julian Alps. If there is anyone avering you that it´s two day ascent, try rather our, more sportive, variant, e.i. 5 hours up and 3 and a half back down. But by sequel now...

For a few days we'd been looking forward to the first "sommer" climb. Sure thing - beginning bit by bit, that's might have been the reason, we tripped over the west base of Low Tatras with imposing Chochulas. All this promised a medium-hard physical performance, a bit of fun, of course a ravishing panorama (but later) as well as something unpromised (Robo brought us one year's standing stone-brandy, tasted already).

ACTIONS 2005

All that began with, that time really unexpected, phone-call from Krtko. Two days before the date above, he made me know that we were to say goodbye to the summer half of the hiking season once more and that I was the last one to be informed, when every item was clear and sure enough.

Me, Miro The Writing, Krtko The Little Giant, Iva The Elf, Dudo The Giantlet and Joseph The Knee: that´s the staff in which we initiated conquering the obstacles of picturesque Slovak nature again. This time, we planed a little earlier as usual and at the time everything was prepared July 15 2005 was written on chronicles´ pages. The primary layout, modified later due to objective reasons, was the mount up to the Peak of Kriváň and the other day´s plan was to climb up the peak with a disputable ascent on it, The Peak of Slavkov.

There´re are verious ways how to spend weekend days and we decided again to spend ours somewhere nearer to the sky. So called "initiation of the summer season" by a climb to Krížna summit, the 1574 ms tall peak of Great Fatra, would be adequate. And so, one day before there were 12 people to meet at the bus station in Zvolen. Some of them hadn´t been acquainted till that time - the more interesting it should have been and what´s more we did increase our rows. Some not-catching the bus, a sunstroke and we met numbered nine finally.

Saturday it was and May 28th was written on that day`s pages. We met, I wonder, where we`d arranged, namely bus station in Zvolen. Me, Miro The Writing, Phero The Broadshouldered, Mathew The Bright, Mathew The Other, Ive The Eversmiling and...

ACTIONS 2003

"Guys, Tatras ruffled my feathers pretty much last time" - someone´s voice rang out. "What about giving them an another try?" - someone else´s turned up and there already was an indubitable grin looming in my dial, one of a child, who feels, that the toy his father is carrying is right for him. We´d had a right hunch, not even the whole month passed and something cracked in our heads again.

The boredom had overpowered us once again, so we decided to get a bit nearer to the skies. The masons cut 2004 into their tombstones then and besides it seemed to be a nice summer time. Nothing more was needed so the next day four loonies hit the track. Me, Miro The Writing, Krtko, Joseph Gonda and Maroš, deceased right now, nicknamed Fatso.

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