Pathless terrain that gives you everything, but demands dedication and focus.
Start at Lučka Beli by the sign for the marked path.
Where a large scree tongue descends into the valley across the stream bed and up through screes interwoven with all sorts of vegetation. Never straight ahead, always slightly right towards the gully, which will eventually lead to the marked path at the start of the J ridge of Lučka Kopa.
When the ground doesn't collapse under your feet due to loose scree, you try to elegantly descend and climb up the other side over water-eroded channels. Sometimes you wade a bit through scree and bushes, then rejoice at the rock where you treat yourself to a few meters of climbing.
When you solve the slope's puzzles and hit the right gully, which branches several times - in it via left forks -, you finally end up on a grassy patch and through scree reach an equally small scree field. Behind it, from about five meters left, you hear exalted: "Saw-cut scree," and some 10 meters below the marked path we know a human has been here before, perhaps a shepherd or hunter.
From the marked path, immediately turn onto the ridge and soon reach Lučka Kopa. After descending to Presedljaj, turn to the east side towards the Lučka Bela valley, but after about 50-70 elevation meters head left and start traversing towards Stari stali - this traverse has been waiting in the wish list for quite a while.
At Stari stali the sandwich hits the spot, trace amounts of water suffice to refresh your face. Continuation with searching and cautious zigzagging to the overhang, which still has some ancient boards. The world is seductive, primal, wild. Just below Grofov štant, nature demands extra caution, as there's air underfoot, and the sands are fine and slippery. Big sigh at the larch on the stance and immense gratitude that we are and can drink all the mountain possibilities like life's nectar.
The descent was as expected, slaloming between, under, and over fallen trees, with plenty of steep sections.
When the shoe finally steps on the white road, smiles and serenity with a hint of fatigue appear on the companions' faces.