Triglav, 8 august, 2006
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...
On the first day of our traveling via Slovenia´s musts, we tried to get up Triglav with a semi-respect inside. We gave in already
in the car because of the weather. We did well out of two reasons at least: 1) who knows what way it would have ended up there,
I don´t wanna overstate, but get fucking frozen, view all just fuck around, and give up 100m below the summit wasn´t catchy. 2)
on the last but one day of our roaming even GIN couldn´t have given us better weather.
And so, at light, we´re parking the car at Kovinarska koča (chalet) at nearly 1000m above see level, which made a nice 2000m ascent before us = that muscle fever.
First, we ascended gradually through Krma valley, which is really stately, and as for its look, it resembles Little Cold Valley in High Tatras,
but with higher crags on its sides. In some spots, white and creamy lime rocks go out of the wall surfices. After a strenuous ambling Krma valley ends by a
fotogenic craggy wall, so about 100m high. Here, we lost our way: yeah, true.. we proceeded without any map, but what for, it should have been signed ascent,
and I claim it should have... So...
Fortunately, we came across a pair of Germans who pleased us, we´d been on the right way. After first rock climbing and some more trampling
we reached a vast saddle. Hurra, there towered the first sign-post. The sign and stamped rock clearly hinted the right track up. Here we stood below
the massive of Triglav´s heads, none of which we still couldn´t see. We got to a huge glacier hollow with several snow spots, above which Triglav chalet
stands proudly, which is obviously more frequently reached by flying than by climbing. In about half-hour intervals, a heli took off and landed. From the
hollow we climbed up a steep up to Triglav chalet plateau. There the two fops showed themselves, Little and on the right Big Triglav. Here, up the east wall,
more climbing than treading began. It, first, takes breath but at a concentrated ascent nothing can happen perhaps. Still many people fasten from here up.
The sheer has just few dangerous passages and this chiefly at the descent. From the Small head to Big Triglav we got along a respect-arising fucking narrow
crest 80-100m in length. Here are fastening ropes at their disposal. To the both side, before the final steep climb, fucking deep precipises fall down,
one of them down to Vráta valley.
We meet some souls on the summit, another join us gradually. After about 20 min. our "fellow-climbers", Rado and Mirka, came.
The view of Dolomite Alps and limestone white peaks are worth that drudging ascent. On the down-going the most modest sort of sheep "rock-swallower" enchanted us.
Regards from me, Miro The Writing and Ivka.