Kal 1700m and Vršič 1787m.
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| Tomco8. 06. 2025 18:57:27 |
I wasn't aware there are still locations with such a quantity of well-preserved remains. Interesting! Probably the remoteness contributed to them still being there where they are . May it stay that way. I'll save this for the future for now.
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| lubadar22. 06. 2025 04:50:06 |
How's the road to Planina Zapleč?
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| darinka422. 06. 2025 05:00:33 |
The road is torn up. I don't recommend for lower vehicles.
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| darinka422. 06. 2025 09:04:12 |
Description of the avalanche survivor. On kot 1776. On Christmas Eve they ordered us to be extremely careful, yet soldiers could still take off their shoes. The enemy directed heavy artillery fire at our kot, which repeatedly triggered snow avalanches, piling up on our positions with smaller avalanches. At ten o'clock the weather suddenly changed. Suddenly it began to snow heavily. The snowfall obscured the starry sky, snow masses buried us. In this chaos in the blizzard, howling and whistling of the storm, suddenly lightning flashed, followed immediately without pause by thunderclaps. Telephone wires were torn. Sparks shone from rifle barrels and hand grenades. St. Elmo's fire. It took effort to calm many brave lads and explain the harmless position. They were scared and would have jumped out of shelter into the stormy night. Nevertheless, we all put on shoes, buttoned up blouses and many put on coats too. A bit after 23:30 we heard roaring and rustling again. Before we even came to and could shout we were surrounded by horrible howling and moaning. In a second many comrades said goodbye forever from the ranks of the 2nd company. My shelter was in a rock cavity. The avalanche mass first squeezed and flattened it, then pulled me into the depths. Amid the howling, whistling and groaning I felt as if my face was twisted to the nape. I felt sharp cold, heard individual cries of comrades. Then weight descended on my chest and the crust took my breath. I lost consciousness, everything was over. Soon I came to again. I woke in an ice-cold grave. I heard myself breathing, my heart beating. I felt my face in the right place again. I lay on my back. I breathed convulsively and spasmodically. My body was squeezed, arms stiff on my back. Despite terrible cold in my legs, I automatically tried to move them. I pushed and chopped, mortal fear gave me superhuman strength. I flailed with arms and legs in the cold and saw the starry sky. No more lightning flashes. Thunder and blizzard gone. I was free and safe. Even my wristwatch was running. On the glowing dial it showed exactly 23:50. So it wasn't midnight yet. Only then did we really realize we survived and threw ourselves into work. We cried and prayed, dug and rescued. Few had gloves, none had coats. Some without shoes. Luckily they had at least thick socks or puttees. At minus 25 degrees frost we with superhuman strength without tools lifted props, iron supports and stones and loosened them. Then we reached the tool storage, which the avalanche had also buried. After that it was easier. From the cavern we dug out the doctor. He was alive and we shouted with joy. We found signal flares too and called for help. White death took 58 brave men. 40 were more or less injured. And many later died from the consequences. Down in Lepena, at the foot of the positions our regiment defended with so many victims, a cemetery was created where the buried were interred.
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