Kranjska Gora

We had a great trip to Kranjska Gora and are already planing to go back. It's only an hour's drive up there and we drove right to our B&B where we had reservations for the night. We enjoyed a nice dinner (more flare than food though maybe) and then settled in for the night. We were all very tired.

The next morning we had the typical European breakfast with other English speakers from this side of the pond. There were two English couples there who were very friendly and nice to chat with.

After breakfast we checked out and headed for the hills...I mean, mountains. We drove up the mountain and back down the other side until we reached Izvir Socha (source of the Socha River). All of this is of course documented on video. We were told that this was not a difficult path to this spring; it should only take us about 10 minutes walking to get there. We got about half way down the path and there was two signs. Dad decided to see where the other would take him, but Timothy and I stayed true to our goal.

Unfortunately, we missed the markings for the path and started up a steep slope with lots of loose gravel. As much as I wanted to see this lake I really didn't want to slip and fall on my belly, so I headed back down, falling once on my bottom.

When I got back to where the gravel, and sunshine, had started I noticed the red markers pointing in another direction. Aha! It continued in the easy manner the first half of our trek was then I noticed a thick wire to my right, fastened into the rocks. As my lonely walk went on and started turning into a side-ways walk on the side of the rock I realized what that wire was for; it was for hanging onto. It really wasn't that hard of a climb as long as I took my time and paid attention to loose or wet rocks.

The noise was getting louder and the rocks were looking wetter so I figured I must be getting close. I came out or around...or something... and Dad was sitting down there by the lake. He looked a little surprised to see me and told me later it made him nervous to watch ol' pregnant woman stepping down those rocks.

The source of the river is evidently a spring that comes up in a lake that's pretty much hidden by rock. There was an opening in the mountain and we could partially see what it looked like. I wanted to see how close I could get into the "cave" and was about to step onto a pile of rocks when I noticed a slight waver over them. The water was so clear I almost stepped in it. I took one shoe and sock off and put my bare foot in. It was pretty cold, but then, I was feeling pretty warm, so it was a good combination.

Dad and I sat down there for several more minutes then decided we'd better head out. Dad filled up the water bottle we'd brought along and we climbed back up with the help of the trusty wire.

When we got back to the starting point there was Timothy and Clay. I was glad he hadn't noticed the markers and tried to get down there with Clay in the backpack. He and Dad went back while Clay and I shared an ice cream. I'm supposed to be fasting from ice cream this year (not for spiritual reasons), but I thought after that accomplishment I deserved it.

Back to Kranjska Gora and meet up with Kristin. She took us to her house and we had some great conversation and delicious cake. After an hour or so more of their friends showed up and her husband and two sons took us all to their farm. They have Arabian horses, llamas, a Scottish highland bull (like an overgrown puppydog), reindeer and dogs. We couldn't find the cats and there was another animal, but I can't remember what it's called. It looked like a smaller llama but with more hair around his neck.

We were so tired when we got back here Saturday night, but obviously we slept great! It's early Monday evening now; Dad left for Germany this morning, Timothy should be here any minute and we need to eat and run. Ivana went to Tolmin to get her car and she should also be walking in the door any second.