I've been heading to Velska dolina since... well, forever, but since it's full of markers and crowds, I always skillfully avoid it. When I finally step into it yesterday, I can't believe how all kinds of tourists overlook it. Among the autumn conifers, I promise myself I'll come back in autumn (well, just didn't specify which autumn the larches below the wall of Mišelj vrh-Mišelj konec will shower me with golden needles

). Where the marked path turns right at the end of the valley, I go straight across the rocky flower carpet and then a bit up the scree until I reach the clear junction to Mišeljski konec. From there on it's all harder as the sun's already baking mercilessly. I don't linger at the top but continue along the ridge to Na Nizkem. For that ridge bulge, I wanted to find a passage to the valley, but no need to bother as you just go and go. Once in between I couldn't locate a snake, which at this altitude can only be a viper, so I kicked it onto the scree and slid down it enjoyably for a while in a light skid. In Mišeljska dolina I run into enjoyers who had descended from Mišelj vrh on the same path as me. We exchange a word or two, then back to the embrace of silence when suddenly muuuuu; first group of cows, then another with a bull in the middle. Right at the edge I hurry so almost plunge into the bushes and breathe a sigh of relief when they stay back there somewhere. Soon I treat myself to a snack and thus meet the enjoyers for the second time. Third was at the spring, a bit above planina Na Jezercu. I too stop briskly and down half a liter in one go, take twice as much with me, which was a very wise decision as the bottles are almost empty by the parking lot.