Monday, 1.8.2022
Every year I set myself 2-3 longer hikes. One of them usually goes over Triglav. This year it went like this:
I parked in Krma and headed towards Rjavina in the dark. Below pl. Zgornja Krma I was looking a bit for that distinct hunter's path. Well, the trick is not to look for it, but simply spot it and go along it. The path goes past the old shepherd's hut, higher up it rejoins the marked path. When the marked path turns sharply towards Dovška vrata again, I went straight through Kravja dolina - maybe even a bit too far. But turning towards the bomber there is always a lottery. It doesn't go right through the grass, somewhere you'd surely hit denser terrain. That's how I got to the plane wreckage, took a few pics, put on my helmet and climbed up the scree towards Temen.
This year the path isn't really well-trodden, snow has also knocked down all the cairns. I set one up so those who know where to look for the crossing can find it easier; still, quite a bit of caution is needed, erosion has done its thing, so part of the crossing goes a meter higher and if you slip on the scree...
I successfully crossed, then straight up. I zigzagged somehow so that not everything collapsed under my feet on the scree and soon reached the top of Rjavina. There were two guys up there who came via the climbing route, we took some pics, then off to new adventures.
I descended via Mala Rjavina, skipped Stanicev dom and crossed straight to the path that goes past Rž towards Kredarica. There I made a short stop, stowed the poles and then towards the top. On the way you see all sorts of things, I wish them all good luck; no need for words. Soon I reached the top, met some familiar faces up there, quickly greeted, asked for a couple of tips and quickly descended to Dolica. There the crisis started, legs wouldn't go anywhere, the sun started shining so it wasn't the nicest to Kanjavec summit. I also quickly forgot about Poprovec. But it worked. I rested a bit, then descended between the two Kanjavec summits towards Prehodavci. I also spotted the ridge m/v Špičje, but I already said for the second time... next time.
At Prehodavci I took a short break, ate a good Ričet, then quickly went past the half-empty lakes over Komarča to Hotel Zlatorog where they sell the best cold beer in the world. At least that's how it seemed to me at that moment.
LP, Luka