Heavy rain all night, awoke to thick fog on Skalka. Minciar saw us off with gifts of candy and fruit, very sweet. Hiking the ridge north from Skalka in the morning mist deliriously beautiful, and as the sun finally broke though the views were breathtaking. The blueberry harvest even more generous than yesterday´s. A serious change in the weather, rather chilly now and the clouds continued to threaten rain. It finally fell hard on us, but by great fortune a well-shingled little cabin was just around the bend, and we took shelter until it blew over. Colder and foggier as we continued our climb up to Kralova Studna, not exactly sure what we´d find there.
The hotel finally peeked at us from over the grassy mountaintop, but as we approached it was clear that it was still under renovation. Emboldened by Manik´s story, we went in anyway to see if they could house us for the night. A very funny scene in there -- it looked more like a squat than a construction site, with a dozen jolly young men and women on the deck eating, drinking, and playing music on guitar, drums, kazoo, and digery-doo. Inside, two weary but affectionate women ran about keeping the kids in food and drink and tidying up after them. We got a room for the night, with working plumbing and partial electicity, and stayed up doing our best to converse with the locals, who turned out to be the constuction workers and their friends who´d come up for the weekend. A couple other hikers checked in too. Had hot soup made by the hotel ladies, had beautiful views of the mountain sunset, and enjoyed the evening tremendously.
Heavy rain all night, awoke to thick fog on Skalka. Minciar saw us off with gifts of candy and fruit, very sweet. Hiking the ridge north from Skalka in the morning mist deliriously beautiful, and as the sun finally broke though the views were breathtaking. The blueberry harvest even more generous than yesterday´s. A serious change in the weather, rather chilly now and the clouds continued to threaten rain. It finally fell hard on us, but by great fortune a well-shingled little cabin was just around the bend, and we took shelter until it blew over. Colder and foggier as we continued our climb up to Kralova Studna, not exactly sure what we´d find there.
The hotel finally peeked at us from over the grassy mountaintop, but as we approached it was clear that it was still under renovation. Emboldened by Manik´s story, we went in anyway to see if they could house us for the night. A very funny scene in there -- it looked more like a squat than a construction site, with a dozen jolly young men and women on the deck eating, drinking, and playing music on guitar, drums, kazoo, and digery-doo. Inside, two weary but affectionate women ran about keeping the kids in food and drink and tidying up after them. We got a room for the night, with working plumbing and partial electicity, and stayed up doing our best to converse with the locals, who turned out to be the constuction workers and their friends who´d come up for the weekend. A couple other hikers checked in too. Had hot soup made by the hotel ladies, had beautiful views of the mountain sunset, and enjoyed the evening tremendously.
I love the descpiption "deliriously beautiful." It is great to hear from you and great to know ou are alive, well and having such adventures.
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