| rok.si30. 08. 2026 22:17:15 |
Here it is, the tour succeeded! It was quite an experience and I'd like to share it with someone! Nice places, nice mountains, nice paths, it was really super.
On the first day I drove to Zajzer in a nice sunny day, started walking around one from the highest parking lot and followed the first sign "Stuparich 2h" that I saw... so I unplanned also visited the Grego hut and then had to descend a bit. With a heavy backpack I wasn't too happy about that  I reached the Stuparich bivouac and started climbing towards the Montaž wall to the start of Via Amalia. In the afternoon the path was mostly in shade, there wasn't a living soul anywhere, steep ascents over chimneys, some wet from the previous day's rain gave me the atmosphere of some Prisank. It went carefully, I reached the lower and then the upper cirque, crossed towards the ridge where it was blowing properly, reached the meadows with a view of Dunja which seemed endlessly deep. I went under a large arched cavity in the Montaž wall, on a friend's warning I carefully looked for a large red dot up there marking the path to the bivouac and found it too. A few meters of ledge, red bivouac and the moment of truth: will there be space? Four Italians were already in it, yupi, I got an honorary place on the floor! Now it's time for a well-deserved dinner, to look around, to get to know the horned locals. Since the sun was already setting it was cold, it was also blowing properly. A wonderful sunset was made, which we observed together with the roommates and chamois, then sleep. All night it was blowing properly, so it was a very bad sleep.
The morning was windless, cloudless, super. We set off up Findenegg and at eight in the morning in a nice sunny morning I stepped on the top of this really mighty mountain, whose growing shadow I could observe along the way. The hour on the top passed quickly, I set off further, instead of Pipan's ladder I went to the neighboring Vrh Brda, from where there is a nice view of Montaž and its northern tower. On the old path I descended - Pipan's ladder years ago wasn't to my liking at all and I skipped it now too, even though it's new. Hikers were already ascending the path, but there wasn't any terrible crowd. The Leva path started, which aesthetically crossed the slopes, a bit up, a bit down, a lot on endless ledges. The descent to Škrbina above Cijanerica was quite demanding, on the notch I was enchanted by the stone face in the pillar above me. I also jump to Špik Hude police, there are quite a lot of people on the top and on the path, but the view is nice (as actually on the whole path  ) I descend to the start of the Ceria-Merlone path, which first leads over really wonderful ledges to Škrbina above Tratica, which is especially beautiful to me. I admire Špik above Tratica in the shape of a medieval castle, but I think it's still not reachable for me. Here I treat myself to a break on the grass, on which a curious chamois visits me. I continue on the path towards Špik above Nos, really nice ends here. At the (locked) bivouac I meet a group of Slovenes who went on the Ceria-Merlone path in the opposite direction and are already forging plans for beer in the Brazza hut. I have a snack, then set off further to the nearby Špik above Špranja. Climbing from the saddle isn't easy, there are some cairns but overall it's quite exposed, when I take off the heavy backpack and leave it on the path it's easier. I return back and continue on the C-M path - the most beautiful part starts, when the Nižnji vrhi come and wonderful ledges that never end. I haven't walked on such a path yet! On the path I also climb to some of the peaks, at Vrh above Krnim dol the path turns to the other side towards Špranja. I descend, in the depth Škrbina Prednje špranje appears and next to it some figures, by colors I recognize three roommates from Suringar, with whom we met a bit on the path and who also planned to sleep in Mazzeni. But they just stand, when I'm already some 20 minutes from the notch they turn towards Sella Nevea and start descending, then from a distance with shouting we agreed that they think the descent to the notch is too dangerous, that there's a jump without protection inside and that they'll go to Sella Nevea and in the morning to the bus. I decide to go alone to see how it is. The view into the notch really isn't nice, all broken. But carefully it can be descended. Also that jump (with two smashed pitons) isn't so steep, so I continue with the descent. During this, that I would manage to safely reach the valley, a family of chamois encourages me. Since they can't clap, they throw stones and along the gully cheerfully rumble "rolling stones" - as for some! The ugliest part is past and the bivouac is already close. At the empty Dario Mazzeni bivouac (Darko Majcen) I treat myself to dinner, then the fourth roommate from Suringar also appears, who descended from the Montaž top via Via Amalia, the next day via Škrbina Prednje špranje he is also heading to Viš. Compared to the previous evening, when I slept on the floor, this bivouac seems like a four-and-a-half star - half of the fifth was bitten off by a mouse, which, judging by the droppings, lives there.
We wake up in a gray windy morning, I skip breakfast and set off on the Carlo Chersi path towards Naboj notch. The nice and picturesque path I already know from last year, but the mighty surroundings enchant me again, in which a person really feels like a pin. On the notch I also look at a large cavern from the First World War. I continue to Naboj, the day is getting nicer, only occasionally it blows like crazy, so I was a bit worried that it wouldn't blow me off the cables on the top. But it wasn't that bad, I reach the cross and for a whole hour admire the wonderful views, both to the home Julian Alps and to Viš and its subordinates, most enthusiastically to the Poliške Špike, which I was given to traverse and climb yesterday. At the start of the cables I see someone rummaging in a backpack, then he didn't want to be on the top, he just vanished. I descend and breathe a sigh of relief, a young guy was sitting by the path, he says he thought the ascent was too dangerous without an SVK, and he doesn't take mine either. Together we descend from the top to the Pellarini hut, where we treat ourselves to beer, I also to lentil soup. Ricardo says goodbye and says that he treated me this as a welcome to his Italy - thank you! I sit a bit more, order another coffee (everything is served in single-use packaging, from the "plate" for soup to the "glass" for beer and "cup" for coffee, on the door a poster about sustainability and not leaving traces  ) and set off towards the valley, at the spring below the hut I also replenish water supplies that were running low for me. Past a nice waterfall I descend towards the valley, there on paths I turn past an interesting cavern, where life during the First World War is presented, then I end on a large gravel bed, which I admired not long ago from the peaks and on it I reach the bridge, where the car awaits me in the parking lot. Coffee in Valbruna, ice cream in Tarvisio, a dip in Lake Predil, then another almost three hours of roads and highways and I'm already home, heavy legs but with a light heart!
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