The weather forecast for Sunday was rather bad and when I wake up at a strange hour and hear it's raining outside, I'm in doubt. But supposedly better weather in Soča valley, says the internet? And the longest day of the year would be a shame to write off like this before it even started. When driving to Lepena a bit later I already credit myself the first victory, it was close to turning back to bed and snoring till morning.
Mulatjera to Koča pri Krnskih jezerih is more gaining height steadily, so I use good feeling and push, have breakfast already at the hut. Goal are both Šmohors actually, but not to be done too quick and to see the landscape where I've been only in winter so far, I go around via Prehodce, on the way set as side goals also Mala Montura and Malen. Why these two? Well, marked as peaks on the map and somewhere close to the path, that's enough for me.
Uh, mistake! Mala Montura is a small, obscure, never visited by anyone bump that's so insanely overgrown that hiking up and down is just fighting the densest brush our mountains have. From the path up maybe 100m ascent, but still I take more than half an hour to the top. No view, mood so-so, because I carelessly stepped on a branch in between, when I stepped off it stood up like in a cartoon and gave me a nice slap. And as I grumble to myself about the rudeness of today's young vegetation it starts pouring. Ok, stop, pull out rain jacket and backpack cover and gear up, when suddenly it stops raining and sun shines so hot I get warm instantly. Ok, pack things back, when it pours again. Damn. Repeat, but this time the thundercloud obviously knows I know it's messing with me, so it fucks off somewhere.
Šmohor, actually both Mali and Veliki, are nice easily accessible peaks with good views, but I notice that half my condition is taken by office sitting, the other half by Corona, so I puff to the top. Still, with some break in between soon at the summit, where I find the summit book box full to the brim with water. Construction flaw or someone left it open? Also on maps confusion which is actually Mali and which Veliki, as sometimes swapped. On the way back I stop for lunch at the hut (service lightning fast, friendliness high, gnocchi so-so but let's say ok, price reasonable), then time to head back to the valley and long long way home.