We’re now in a “chata” in the High Tatras mountain range—one of the smallest mountain ranges in the world in terms of square mileage of the landform. We’re boarding here, so get meals and a bed with other hikers. This will be a new one for me, sleeping in a big dorm room with 16 other people in the same room. I’ve told Erik to be sure to nudge me if I start snoring! And I’ve made sure to bring my earplugs to drown out whatever random noises 16 people make. It’s very, very cold and windy and clouds are moving in low. It’s completely beautiful scenery with very sharp, jagged rock faces poking into the sky, and the flora is lush and green and full of tall flowers. This whole region from southern Poland to here is in bloom with pretty flowers right now.
It's kind of strange to be up high in this very rugged landscape and be able to still see down to the flatland below. Kind of cool how short a distance you can travel on the X axis to end up so high on the Y axis.
High adventures in the High Tatras. Continuing my narrative to the next day ... like falling into a well-worn groove, hiking in the high-altitude quietude with a pack on my back is like a homecoming of sorts, home to some of my earliest and most prevalent life experiences. What’s really great about it, is that my pack was only a nice sturdy day pack (thanks, Julie!) with low weight. So I was able to keep my balance just fine scrambling over extensive lengths of rock falls and when hoisting myself up the chains when I scaled the sheer mountainside. … Yes, when I first saw where our “trail” went, I gasped and proclaimed disbelief and several utterances of “oh my gosh, I wasn’t expecting this.” The little icon that denotes a “difficult” trail on the map is a hiker bent over crawling up a steep incline. Based on the accuracy of this icon, I must presume that you can push a pram along the “easy” trails. Climbing over the pass of the mountain range is accomplished by hoisting yourself up using a series of heavy chains drilled and anchored into the rock face. For about 45 minutes we planned out footings and hauled ourselves up the rock face by metal chain, with the same sort of body posture as repelling down a rock face, only we were hauling ourselves up. Quite the experience, particularly when we thought we were just on your typical hike… But the reward was worth it for amazing views. On the left photo, look for where I've pointed out people with white arrows to get an idea of the route.
It’s really a gorgeous island of mountains here, high alpine lakes glittering in the sun, grassy meadows littered with lichen-encrusted boulders peeled from the vertical cliffs above us. We even hiked across a stretch of snow. Tired, pained in the knees (though better since using disposable ice packs) and now half-full of beer (and they served us a mini-glass of red wine with our dinner), it’s been a perfectly lovely day. Now as the light fails, Erik is reading out loud to me from Ursula K. LeGuin’s “Lathe of Heaven.” A book about dreams gone awry, and funny enough we both had dreams last night about our kitty, Curly Q. (In Erik’s dream she multiplied into different sized clones, and in mine she was kidnapped by a stranger.) I didn’t bring reading material, and now my laptop battery is REALLY low. I’m a super happy camper tonight and will probably dream of magical landscapes and deep, deep peace.