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This is old tale, I like to call it my rite of passage, though you could also call it facing my own stupidity.
I visited some relatives living in the mountains during winter and since I'm not native to mountains, I wanted to have at least one walk to those beautiful heights. I armed myself with trekking poles and thorns for walking on ice. And I went, passed the village and found a small path leading into the mountains.
I got on one of the paths across the mountains and followed it. There was about half meter of snow there, so it was not pleasurable as I hoped. And then the fog fell. I've realized that I left the realm of humans. Here I was away from them, from help (not really, had my always loyal phone with me, though maps were useless for my situation) and in a different realm. It felt actually unpleasant to be away from things that I took for sure. However my situation was not only in those feelings and the mist. I was getting rather tired. If I went back, I could loose the path back tot he village thanks tot he mist and snow. I couldn't go uphill, going downhill would be really dangerous and could mean my death. Only way to get down eventually was in going forward and keeping myself on the road. I knew that I'm bound to find a way down, but it just wasn't appearing.
Took about 3 hours till I finally found a way down. The benches covered with wooden roof and marked path downhill, that was safe and filled with footprints. I took a rest on the benches and then followed the path downhill into the village and the first pub. Got a big soft drink (sugar is great help to exhausted body) and proper food. Then I took train back to my relatives.
Must say I would not go again, but I'm so proud that I actually went there. The danger was real although I didn't get into any because I didn't loose my head. It was interesting meeting with death as well as being away from humanity.
----------------This is old tale, I like to call it my rite of passage, though you could also call it facing my own stupidity.
I visited some relatives living in the mountains during winter and since I'm not native to mountains, I wanted to have at least one walk to those beautiful heights. I armed myself with trekking poles and thorns for walking on ice. And I went, passed the village and found a small path leading into the mountains.
I got on one of the paths across the mountains and followed it. There was about half meter of snow there, so it was not pleasurable as I hoped. And then the fog fell. I've realized that I left the realm of humans. Here I was away from them, from help (not really, had my always loyal phone with me, though maps were useless for my situation) and in a different realm. It felt actually unpleasant to be away from things that I took for sure. However my situation was not only in those feelings and the mist. I was getting rather tired. If I went back, I could loose the path back tot he village thanks tot he mist and snow. I couldn't go uphill, going downhill would be really dangerous and could mean my death. Only way to get down eventually was in going forward and keeping myself on the road. I knew that I'm bound to find a way down, but it just wasn't appearing.
Took about 3 hours till I finally found a way down. The benches covered with wooden roof and marked path downhill, that was safe and filled with footprints. I took a rest on the benches and then followed the path downhill into the village and the first pub. Got a big soft drink (sugar is great help to exhausted body) and proper food. Then I took train back to my relatives.
Must say I would not go again, but I'm so proud that I actually went there. The danger was real although I didn't get into any because I didn't loose my head. It was interesting meeting with death as well as being away from humanity.