Day 20 – at Trenta, Julian Alps

Day 20 – at Trenta, Julian Alps

In many respects this is a great time to visit the Julian Alps. As the holiday weekend came to a close I was the only one left at the farm campsite on which I was staying. The road is extremely quiet also. It really is perfect for me, and another day of cloudless skies, though it isn’t particularly warm, up to about 15C in the afternoon, but zero at night.

Higher up though, there is still a lot of snow, and that will be around I would think for a few weeks yet. I’ve read the Cicerone guide book, and the alpine hiking looks incredible. I think an autumnal visit would be ideal, and shall plan for it, perhaps 2023.

This morning I took the trail that leads south out of the campsite eventually up to the high pastures at well above 2000 metres. We are at 500 metres here.

I was able to get to a small plateau at Planina Lepoc, a shepherd’s hut basically, at 1200 metres. When the path became snow bound, it was possible to follow a dry river bed for a few hundred more metres. The snow is still a metre deep, and soft, so without snowshoes or skis someone my weight just descends rather ungracefully through it.

It was however an adventurous journey, made more special with absolutely nobody else around for many kilometres.

Easter Monday here and everything apart from restaurants is closed, but I was stocked up. It was a late lunch in the sun, listen to the radio news, and a new book, Stifter’s The Bachelors from 1845.

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