I slam the car door and already step onto the path that immediately stands upright and promises an interesting adventure. Soon the view opens to the blindingly sparkling V Carnic Alps and Z Julian Alps. After less than an hour from the starting point I find myself on the first summit, Monte Cuar (1478 m), above which a white-headed eagle glides calmly. I continue down and then up to Cuel dai Poz (1377 m) and on to Monte Flagjel (1467 m). Officially the marked path ends here, which means the adventure should begin. From the cross in jumps from rock to rock I reach the ridge and incredulously stare at one where something striped is visible. Markings! I didn't have that in the plan. The old markings are well traceable, but time has erased the path. Soon yellow ones join the white-red. The ridge is so steep that I wish for crampons. I can't go left because under the ridge there are steep meadows with numerous gullies, right through the forest also not, as it's no less steep, just more leaves and even more slippery. So I stay where I am and follow the 'contradictio in terminis' marked pathless path. Completely unnoticed I cross Cimo dai Laris (1315 m), still catching balance on the demanding and slippery surface, until I reach the wall. Left down the gully no continuation is visible, right I can't go as I'd go to the north side of the hill, straight up doesn't go and so despite the markings disappearing I decide to continue under the wall, where suddenly not only a stream appears but a very visible path. Although it looks like a quite busy highway, it's probably animal work, as it disappears after about two minutes. Surely I would have tackled the crumbly earthy scree climbing, but the thought of the short day deterred me. I turn back, climb about 30 meters up the rib and check what the forest is like there where I didn't want to go a few moments ago, i.e. on the north side. It seems 'enjoyable', but quickly shows its true face. Traversing approximately on the contour line is strenuous, soil soft and leaves dry, so I constantly feel like a dancing clown, until I finally lose balance and slide down like on a toboggan. I manage to aim for the rotten stump remnant sticking upright from the ground, and already shake off leaves, dirt, maybe even some frozen tick. I continue approximately on the contour line and on the switchback reach the white road that leads to Malga Cuar, from where I return to the starting point on path CAI 815.