The Nevee-Pecol road was dry and bare, parking lots empty. The mountains above Pecol were in fog, but that didn't bother me at all, mountains should be experienced in all weather. Not a breath of wind, the high plateau rested completely calm and peaceful under one of the most beautiful mountains of the Western Julians. I step on dry grass, across vast pastures of the high plateau. Only far up does the snow start. On the path there are old tracks in the snow. Someone was here a few days ago, so I'm not completely alone. Strmali peak is getting closer, snow depth also increases, though it's not even 15 cm, the closer I get to the south face the more fog there is. But fog isn't bad at all, sometimes you can even lean on it, sometimes make excuses with it. Just before the rocky part I put on crampons and prepare the rest of the gear. Woolen gloves from boiled wool are the best in such conditions, everything else is useless. I look up into the gully left of the path, but it doesn't tempt me, as it's not sufficiently snow-covered. So I go along the path, following the predecessors' tracks. The snow is refrozen, there's ice on the rocks, white is the snow and white is the fog. The old tracks suddenly end, so I have to proceed "free." I follow the trail without trouble, though it's actually not visible, here and there a red dot confirms that I'm on the right path. Below Pipanova lojtra all protections are icy, rocks are frozen, so nothing tempts me to shake it off, and the grip would be poor anyway. The wind strengthens and becomes annoying, blowing from SW. Under the "lojtra" I won't end, I tell myself, and go right. I quickly find the continuation along the path over Brda, though the trail is actually not visible. One must be careful, as the snow doesn't provide the necessary support. At the Forca Verde notch, I tuck myself onto the north side into shelter. I decide to end the ascent. "It's not necessary to always reach some peak, one must be satisfied with what's achieved": old Kugy already said. Tea from the thermos is still hot and feels good in this winter chill. Then I go back, slowly, carefully. Below, where I had put on crampons before, I now take them off and go down the "scree" or snowfield, it goes nicely. When I reach the bare ground I stop, lay the gloves on the rock and sit down. I sit like that for quite some time. From behind dark clouds that interrupt Kanin here and there the sun peeks out. It's pleasant, as is the view of the vast Pecol pastures. Down I go straight across the grass, so soft to tread, until when.