to Bordaglia lake was an interesting drive trough the history.
This particular north-by-northeast part of Italy is still somehow deattached from the main events.
A borderzone, in the past often providing safe crossover for smugglers, a frontline during the World War I. Small towns littered with rundown military facilities.
As there is no war threat anymore, looks like nobody really knows what to do with all those heroic army lefftowers.
Logos and signs here and there reminding us that this used to be the core base of Alpini, elite mountain army force units.
Easy walking path took us alongside bursting water stream up to the mountain pastures. And inside 3 hours or so, we were already on the main Carnic ridge,
a frontier line between Italy and Austria. Pretty experience. Small, emerald green lakes surrounded by limestone summit faces on the east, and rugged reddish ridges on the west. A mixure of eastalpine landscape and something that reminded me of Mt. Korab on the far southeast Balkans.
Variety in shapes and contours, this is where Carnic Alps seem to be at their very best.
Our progress was heavily affected by the fact that we aquired some malga cheese enroute. Cheese weight didn't seem to yield any positive effect to our mobility.
So we did not summited anything. Nevertheless, beauty of the lakes compensated well for it.
we reached the Vrsic pass, it became clear where all the motocycling
units we met before were heading for.
Pass was crowded with Hondas, Suzukis an likes. Watching guys in leather suits, it was rather odd to think that 9 decades ago
the same spot was crowded with semi-frozen men wearing uniforms and speaking odd Slav language.
During the WWI, Vrsic pass and it's access roads were cleaned and mantained by the Russian POW's.
Several hundreds of them became victim of huge avalanche. Small wooden memorial ortodox church alongside Vrsic-Kranjska gora road,
reminding us of that fatal March, 1916.
Before reaching Kranjska gora, we made a short stopover where Mala & Velika Pisnica creeks met. They form a nice pond here, water reflecting
the mountain walls above Krnica. Having not visited Kranjska gora since childhood, had some difficulty with basic orienteering.
Small town, considerably enlarged by new wintersport accomodation facilities. Just the ol' classic Razor hotel still figting for it's right to enjoy
the commanding view of the Julian Alps walls. But, the new hotels seem to pay little respect to the old fella..
Several hours later, we were driving into Zagreb down the Slavonija avenue.
Zagreb's backyard mountain, Mt. Medvednica, was enjoying the last rays of the daylight sun. Then we noticed an alpenglow-like effect.
That was strange, hence Medvednica, as many other Pannonian mountains, is normally never hit by an alpenglow.
And this one was beneath rather then beyond the mountain. A second glimpse revealed the mistery. Someone set on fire the bus stop on the other side
of the road. As flames starded to swallow the plastic roof, they formed a purple-yellow rim, bordering the contours of Mt. Medvednica in the far background.
In an odd way, this piece of urban hooliganism took our mind back day and half ago, as we watched the alpenglow flames owerflowing the mountains of Carnic Alps from Casera di Bordaglia.