| rozka24. 09. 2020 21:52:54 |
Mountains teach, sometimes hurt when you have to admit defeat, but when you surpass yourself, there's no greater inner satisfaction and that feeling of "victory"...priceless .
Learned about it years ago, then started browsing a bit, reading and dreaming...a world I know exists, wild and solitary, and anyone who enters is rewarded just by sharing the world with skillful chamois that dominate, mighty walls, towers, slopes,...
We head to Patoc, a fairy-tale village at 770m, where I always experience that wauuu effect again . The village is still asleep, we two gear up, and in the pleasant morning we count steps along path 620. At the first junction we turn right onto the overgrown path 621, where fallen trees really warm up our bodies, especially at the beginning. Continuing along the transverse Via Alta is pleasant and it's a shame it's abandoned, but the 2013 fire caused huge "destruction", this year the half-burnt trees were already lying on the path to Baretko and further on we encountered real tree chaos, breaking through was exhausting and difficult, the trail wasn't visible at all and here we lost quite some time, so we decide to return to the unknown marks we saw earlier...two sawn trees marked with tape and on the trunk it said Il Rop , hmmm, out with the map and we look, and say to ourselves, yeah let's go, and so our 2-day adventure began
My co-enjoyer dreamed of a hidden passage the whole way that would take us to the originally planned goal, but I wasn't the most convinced , since everything above Reklanica, or Patoc, is comparable only to the words direct, vertical, steep. The first grassy ledge is steep, the path well visible, trampled, here and there a faded tape, which suddenly ran out, then there are only sawn logs, which also stop at some point. But since the path is good, we just let ourselves go and continue, passages keep opening. The first tricky part is at the so-called "sleeping pine", as you have to grab some rocks a bit, which is spiced up by a special-shaped pine and the draft behind, of course. Soon we reach the top of this steep ledge, the path even levels out for a few steps, then gently descends, where in a pleasant beech grove we sit a bit and feast our eyes on the sheer walls around us. The path leads us, yeah, yeah, still steeply uphill, where we look for passages and this is the key spot, and for me the hardest part of the path. Here the path turns right into a steep rocky jump, the holds noticeably too small for my hands , emptiness behind, and here we used a rope. Follows crossing steep grass, where you're still above the sheer wall and here I was grabbing and pulling tufts like crazy, above me four chamois kids walked by, with front paws almost in my pocket. At this tricky crossing I was almost in reverse, but the reasonable voice of the co-enjoyer prevailed, well, good thing, after this hardest part, we entered an easier world and dreams approached reality. After the vast cirque, where the world opens up, walls above us and numerous chamois, and the shout, yessss, we found the red-blue dot on the rock, yay, we knew we were right, close, then suddenly we stood under the prominent window and at the long-desired Forca de la Puartate...joy, slightly subdued, as the tour was far from over. Immediately we climb both summits of Jovet Blanc, mix of steep grass, rocks and wauuuuu...Il Ciastelat, Monte Jovet, Robinia, Naborjetske gore, Cuic di Vallisetta, all the way to Strma peč. We pause a bit, take photos, turn around, and soak in everything around us, but since time is not on our side, we head back to Puartate, chat a bit and as the second this year, we sign the logbook . Here we decide to make a loop, along the morning planned path, past the Sbrici pasture. Descent to the rock where we start following the dots, cross under Vallisett wall, then every trace, dot or path disappears, but crossing is no problem for us, so we descend to elevation 1620, from the description and lower we catch the dots again, but only to the former Sbrici pasture, or a bit lower, to a fairly flat ledge. The last red dots were "scattered" on a couple of trees left and right, together with a large red S mark, but from here on every trace was lost. A distinct path led us right, but we soon realized it was an animal trail, then left, down, back, into another slope, back, crossed along one gully that closes lower, went into another that also proved impassable and due to fire consequences searching is even harder, as trees are charred, no path visible and it became increasingly clear we were looking for something the fire "took away" and searching took time, time was flying...for a moment we stop, catch breath, and decide the smartest is to just "book" the spot under the biggest tree. It was free and no crowd either, plus we had a free forest night concert, just no photo. Hyper little animals diligently threw acorns or cones from trees all night, plus cheerfully singing along, hehee. Night passed surprisingly quickly, temperature bearable, but in the morning at first light we head on, i.e. back, along the ascent "route", as the kitchen was looted and bar empty, so we didn't even think of re-exploring. Descent, with initial ascent to under the wall, then crossing and rocky jump where I let myself be tied to the rope again and final slope that kept legs in ABS mode all the time, then finally, Via Alta, flat, waterrr. We almost emptied the first pool, hahaha, as well as food supplies in Patoc...
Wild, steep, solitary and at the same time so attractive and when a years-long thought of the tour becomes real, priceless. No question, we'll return, as this was just one, first discovered piece we set out to explore and everything unpredictable is just a test and experience...also searching, sleeping and bivouacking far from comfort, which has other values. Just standing on Forca de la Puartate was a personal victory for me, being on both summits of Jovet Blanc, in this inaccessible, wild world, momentarily incomprehensible and yes, I envy the chamois living in such a raw, primal world...
The tour over Il Rop is demanding, long, no water on the path, exposed, there are traces in tapes, sawn trunks, but only over the initial steep part, when all that disappears, you have to rely only on yourself and the co-enjoyer, without whom this tour wouldn't have happened
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