On Monday July 12, I started out on a four day hike in the Julian Alps of Slovenia, during which I would be staying the night at various mountain huts - large huts high up in the mountains where food, beds, and blankets are provided.
I hiked up through Krnica Valley, a long narrow forested valley with high mountain walls on both sides, until I came to the head of the valley, which ends abruptly in a towering cirque.
At this point you'd think that there would be no way to get up these vertical walls without ropes, but the trail turns into a "via ferrata" (Italian for "iron way"). Basically it's a marked path that winds its way up through the vertical cliffs via the path of least resistance. There are cables and pegs bolted into the cliffs to grab onto during the hairy sections.
So off I went, scrambling and climbing up and around cliffs and traversing on narrow ledges, all the time following the little red and white circles painted on the rocks to mark the path. I had just come off above a vertical section onto a flatter section about halfway up the mountain face when I was shocked to hear an awful low-pitched rumbling sound. For an instant I was confused, but before I could even think, I heard the terrible sound of a massive rockfall coming down towards me from above. I couldn't see anything above, since the closest cliffs blocked the view, but I could hear that the loud rumbling was coming down towards me fast. At this point the entire mountainside was shaking badly, but I had enough sense to run uphill toward the nearest cliff so that hopefully the boulders would fly over my head. As I was running towards the cliff, about three or four paces away from it, I could see the first rocks zooming past my head -- luckily none hit me. I made it to the base of the cliff, which was only about ten or fifteen feet tall, and huddled in the corner as rocks cascaded over my head and bounced off nearby boulders. At this point even the cliffs I was clinging onto were shaking violently, and combined with the deafening noise of crashing rocks, I was convinced that the entire mountainside that I was on was collapsing in a major rockslide. I am sure you can imagine how helpless and terrified I felt at this point. The only things I remember thinking about were first of all how completely pulverized I would soon be and therefore how completely helpless I was, and secondly I just thought, no, I'm not done yet! I don't want this to happen!
Well, the rumbling subsided and the cascade of rocks died off into a trickle of pebbles as I could here it all settling down below in the valley. I still clung to the wall for about a minute, just shaking from the fear. After I was able to gather my senses, I looked over into the valley where a dust cloud was lingering. At this point another rockslide was triggered on the opposite side of the valley. Get me the hell out of here!!! The obvious way out was to continue upwards to the top ridge where I would be safe. With shaky legs I quickly but tenderly climbed as fast as possible, constantly looking for places to hide, and speeding past exposed (from above) sections. I soon made it up to the ridge and hurried back from the edge where I knew I was finally safe.
I hiked the final mile or two to the Pogacnikov Dom hut, the whole time reviewing the event in my head in a sort of state of shock. I got to the hut and ordered a large beer. Luckily the girl who worked there spoke English. I had to get the story off my chest. As Sasha gave me the beer I said, "I almost died on the way up here." She chuckled and said something like yeah, it's a long way isn't it... "No," I said with a straight face, "I ALMOST DIED ON THE WAY UP HERE." She was all ears and as I started telling what happened two other girls came out of the kitchen and listened too. After I was done telling my story (with much animated theatrics or course!) they said, yeah, there was an earthquake today! The hut had shaken so much that they thought that Razor (the nearest mountain) was falling down. The epicenter was in a town called Bovec, just down-valley. So I was in a damn earthquake!!! We talked for a while and the radio said that one man was already found dead in the mountains. He had gotten knocked off by a rock. Thankfully that was indeed the only death that day due to the earthquake. It's hard to explain the gratitude you feel after a brush with death like that. I just remember as I sipped my beer I was browsing through some travel brochure for Slovenia, just savoring the pictures of the people in traditional costume playing their accordions or whatever, and the pictures of the houses, and the pictures of the trees and just the colors and all of it. I talked with some cool people that night, ate a lot of food, and drank my share of beer. The next three days in the mountains went on without any craziness, I saw some awesome scenery and snuck up on some lounging ibex to take pictures, that's about it. I am happy to be alive.