| rozka21. 06. 2022 22:10:06 |
Speechless and yet so much to write, share,…and where, how to even start?!
Years ago my friend Anka told me there used to be a passage for livestock from Dunja to Reklanica over Forca de la Puartate and just then we were hanging out above Dunja, so I thought, does she even know what she's talking about? Can't she see the wild slopes where grass is still clinging ? But something moved anyway and I started searching, browsing, found rare descriptions by Igor and the Kibub family, which motivated curiosity even more. In 2020 we tasted the rawness, wildness, solitude of this world, which on the other hand gives so much if you know how to appreciate and see what's hidden. We already knew part of the path, so after nearly two years of waiting and the Predel closure last weekend, we finally pushed through to Reklanica and really early, praiseworthy for us , already leaving the always enchanting Patok. What does this little village have that enchanted me so?!
To the junction 620/621 the path already known, though in bad condition, especially uncleaned, even more overgrown than 2020, further on the traverses it's better, until we get under the slopes of Monte Jovet. Traversing the central part of the path, which is gone in places, either washed away or there are piles of stones, trees, branches, sand, all set for "to go", you can see there were steps, but still uncomfortable, feet fly into void underneath, stuff swishes overhead, especially if you surprise a pair of leaping chamois . When Jovet's walls ease off before Rio Fontanis, the path ahead is in good shape, but we two only go to Rio Livinal, where we dive into the overgrown streambed. Man, there was some bending over, gymnastics, fights with branches and we really breathe a sigh of relief when it's over and we step onto the clearing of Livinal cirque.
From here we step onto new terrain, turned on our "sniffers", me with my little worm, especially on such trips when the unknown awakens an unpleasant feeling of fear , good thing my partner is more on free and the adventure began. From the end of the cirque we head left under the wall, where the first sawn dwarf pines mislead us, but we quickly figured those paths aren't enjoyable for hiking, since the exit was way down in Dunja . We go one "chunk" higher, bicker a bit with the dwarf pines and yeah, we nailed Forca di Dogno, though my worm was still doubting a bit that we made it so quick, but sawn dwarf pines, bit of trickery and a modest little path that just led on, passages opened up and when we stood before Zlodejeva policka it was clear, well I was like 98%, haha, that this is it. Put on helmets and already the "Zlodej" took care of spiking the pulse, since part of the ledge is narrow, loaded, exposed and hints at what the continuation offers. After the traverse we reach easier terrain, and soon peer to the other side, well it was like I was still battling dwarf pines and I just hear my partner's shriek and yeah, justified. You spot the prominent wall of Strma peč, view on/towards Dunja, Montaž and peek at the continuation, vista that caresses and widens the pupils at the same time. We walk the ledges under Jof dei Miezdi, here and there startling skillful 4-leggers and the only permanent residents who greet us from afar with rocks, but I bet they're surprised by the "other breed". We advance without issues when suddenly from the left we spot a red dot, then another and here the path from Dunja joins and red dots are staple ahead. We continue over one gully to a lush airy ledge, then second gully and dizzy little paths aplenty, when finally we reach the notorious traverse and lo, rope strung across, hmm, but I still additionally belay myself, I'm pretty good at airy crosses, so better 2x for safety. But the real cherry of traverses waits around the corner, half the path eaten away, between crumbly rocks, sandy traverse, minimal foothold, no trees or solid rock for belay, just grass to grab. I wait on safe ground, roll eyes just from watching partner, whom I let go first so he can protect me after, more for the head than boot cuz no belay for that anyway and I grab grass not sure if any green left. Here the dizzy traverses and traversing in general end, end of any path too. Red dots vanish, before us steep grass-rock cirque which we tackled via greenery, not good choice, but once waded in you continue and seek best passages. We knew only to keep left and after arduous meadow we reach under the wall where the last ledge past the window, much more easily accessible than from the other side, brings us to Forca de la Puartate and... feeling confused, speechless, meanwhile boiling inside…did we really, did we find and traverse them, yessss, Semide dei Agnei let themselves be "caught" for a short time that just stopped...
This year we signed in as the first, then wordlessly lounged each on our grass patch soaking feelings...priceless.
After longer break time for descent which we knew but kinda underestimated. After the long approach already done, this descent over Il Rop (note where part of descent over exposed wall, rope strung this year, wasn't in 2020) really grueling, endless, steep gullies for already fatigued body where grabbing and bouquet-picking no longer funny but very tiring . But since all things end sometime, we two also reached path 621 and in silence chased steps to Patok, and surrendered to our thoughts...we made it.
Tour where you gotta start at the end to tackle the beginning. Gotta know the descent otherwise meadows won't release from their embrace. We two needed 14 hours, didn't rush, no major issues, dwarf pines sawn, red dots help but still traversing ruined gullies, protection, tricky terrain take time. Really unique experience and downright funny how civilization buzzes from valley while you're in raw wild world...so close and so far and yeah...I KNOW we'll come back!
And at the end...still wondering if truth or myth, stuff on the edge of unbelievable, unimaginable...
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