Orla Perc, 29th Aug 2008-09-12
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.
Everything went smoothly, i.e. a few hesitations, some detours, and we were behind Sucha Hora border crossing. It was darkening already.
In Zakopané, it should have been a piece of cake. Hell. It was not. I had been there three times but it seems like built anew each time.
Anyway, that is a matter of theirs... After a goooood while we found a park with a mansion which some rated not to be convenient, but
eventually it served as a mediocre bivouac. The next day we embark our hike from a forbidden village of Kužnica which we reached after about
15 minutes of heady walk.
The beginning of the footpath is soundly ascending which insinuates a hard work ahead, but is shortly replaced with a common up and down going forest path.
Warmed up we caught the chained crest called Orla Perc which does not signify none of a dramatic character from that distance. Along Murovaniec chalet,
The Black Tarn and a steep rubble we reached the saddle of Zawrat where the first fog bugged us. No later we had put extra layer on the first chains emerged.
We jollified. That is the thing we had wanted after all. We were over-excited so no wonder we continued a wrong way down from the crest. Some minutes had
passed we noticed something is wrong about it but at that time we were pretty below. To explain, we had had to go to the left along the crest which we reached
one and a half hour to the East but please do not let Peter into this. Of course, it would have been crying discredit going back to the crest along the yellow
track so we waded through a rubble field of boulders of a size of an average family house. OK sonny, show your daddy how hefty you are. None of us did let out
his or her legs are full of appolling pain.
We got to the crest along a steep rubble field to the saddle where we watched full of tears people going down a 20m high ladder we could have used, too.
Such things also happen. Still there were many climbing frames with steps and chains, so we lived it up. The first group went down along a black path
(they had enough), and we descended along a yellow one two descending paths further (and had enough).
Orla Perc is gorgeous, taxing as well as dangerous.