This time Martuljek in all its glory:
On Monday after rain first from Črlovec towards Gulce, through grasses, junipers and heather full of water (too much for my shoes

), then through Škrnataričin gully to the top (why those ugly screes, when left of the head there are such nice "kahlice").
Then of course the ridge towards Dovški križ, as far as I had to chase the chamois over all passages, who would rather sit on every ledge and munch his grass. When I already thought he was lost, he waits for me again at the passage from Jugova grapa towards the lower meadows above Šplevta.
To the "double" I just can't get enough of the views of the magnificent north Triglav wall. In the mists it was even more photogenic.
On Tuesday morning already at four I gently wake three Dolenjska lads and enjoy the sunrise a bit below the summit of Oltar. The gully above Grlo is eroded right to the rocks - another 10 years and we'll need a Nepalese bridge over it

.
Then the real Martuljek begins - traversing the south slopes of Oltar towards the saddle between it and V.Rokav - this time it seemed to me a shade harder than ever before and even harder than further towards the summit of Rokav. How subjective sensations are, right?
On the 3rd approach this time without problems I find the upper Dragotov (and additional Jušev) hint for the gully that bypasses the penultimate tower in the ridge. The gully under that notch is really the nicest part of the traverse, compact, pure delight.
On Rokav after good 4h from the "double" worth photographing and enjoying the morning views.
Follows descent to Rokavska škrbina and to the end in Kotel. The time was barely 8:30, so plenty of time for rappels with rope (I know specialists don't need it, but if the rope is in the backpack, let it serve its purpose). In between I greet Tone (I only realized that now

). Hats off. Like a chamois he flew up past me to V.Rokav.
In Kotel for a whole hour I melt snow to get extra two liters of water and treat myself to rehydration soup.
Towards Škrlatičina rama it went without complications, despite occasional fog and the fact that I was walking this for the first time.
The last 200m just wouldn't go anymore, I stopped myself. Perhaps there was no real desire anymore, perhaps I simply didn't want to leave the kingdom of the Rokavs. Anyway, after Škrlatica I abandoned the original plans to continue to Kriški podi, and instead descended to Vrata. Surely the too strong sun also contributed to that, which left a mark on my face
Tour for gods or into their lap. As you take it.