Jan and I were driving in direction of Kranjska Gora and suddenly we decided to check conditions around Špik. We had to walk for about hour and a half to reach the snow line and as that wasn't enough we got a bit lost and struggled in deep, heavy, soft snow... after a while we finally came under Špik and went directly to the line we are seeking for quite a long time... Unfortunately we hadn't any techincal gear with us so we had to turn around as solo drytooling isn't as safe as climbing on ice or snow.
That feeling when snow is so heavy that you can't really do anything... it was something I am not used to. My hands were shaking for a long time and I gained a massive respect for spring snow... I feel lucky as gold fish.
Next day I didn't stay at home but I went to Zelenica to check how heavy and with water filled snow is there... I ended up doing a quick training and turned around at the mountain hut where I had met some nice guys. Skiing was awfully bad even on the old skiing piste...
My next idiotic day was yesterday. And it was a really, really stupid one.
When climbing in the deep snow I usually don't use anything but ski poles and I was booting up like that also yesterday. I saw some footstepts in the middle of nowhere which led me to a climbing route which I didn't know. I changed my ski poles for ice axes and started climbing... and suddenly:
''Oh shit. Oh shit.''
|My first quality ski clothes... soooo good!!!|
I felt like an idiot. Like someone who is trying to commit a suicide in the middle of nowhere.