There should be no rest for the wicked. We continue our training by exposing ourselves to beautiful Slovenian nature. Also, Storžič is 2132 metres high and gives a good taste what could await you while trying to get along with Triglav. We chose the path „through Žrelo“ (slovenian for throat) – something like grabbing the stone beast by it’s throat.
The starting point near Dom pod Storžičem - the signposts say 3 hours to the top
The fellowship was regular: Marta, Vida, Ana, Marko, Boris and me. We are still banded together, determined to achieve our goal this August. Vida and Boris arrived from Rogaška Slatina and the rest of us from Zagreb. We wanted to practice „climbing“ while fully equipped with ferrata sets which means: belt, Y cable, gloves and a helmet. Of course, some more space had to be reserved in and on our backpacks. The weather was changing and there were some rain drops on the forecast but we decided to make the ascend anyway.
You don't have to go far on this track to start getting rewarded with the views
A most welcome shade and refuge from the sun - Žrelo is wide open and awaits its prey
The path begins really steep and there is no time to warm-up. The sun was already doing its regular burning as we started the climb around 10am. The temperature will get lower as we ascend but for now it was hot. There are around 15-20 minutes until first of many ferratas begin so it was time to equip our safety sets.
Already in full combat loadout, the ferrata adventure begins
As it was our first time in action, it was kinda clumsy and we chose weird, steep places to put on the sets. Nevermind that, at the time we didn’t even know what beautiful horror awaits us behind the corner. The Slovenian superior genes activated and Boris left us behind pretty early on the track. It is good to push your own boundaries, but I think it was not a good time to separate from the main group. It is never, actually.
Thanks to Boris, this photos were made. The rest of us didn't think about having a phone in our hands...
There were parts of the ferrata where I felt fear, I admit it. In one moment, when I wasn’t looking ahead, I was pretty busy just figuring out where to put my leg or what to grab with my hand, I strayed from the marked path. The idea of just slipping down, petrified me for a moment.
I need to buy new mountaineering shoes, I mustn’t forget that! I was also amazed how Marko handled ferratas because he is, in fact, afraid of heights. Maybe he will soon realize that his fear was an illusion. Marta and Marko got the most out of the safety sets. Everyone else was gambling – Slovenian the most and then brave (and stupid) Croats. I haven’t used the Y cable, I thought I don’t need it and it seems we were right… this time.
A narrow passage and some old and dirty snow leftovers
It is easy to get a headache while looking at the glorious rock that is Storžič. We are small but step by step...
Marko fighting his fears and making his way up
After some time drifting in the sun, fighting against the verticality of Storžič, we finished the ferrata part of the ascend. The feeling was good and as long as you don’t look back, especially if you’re afraid of heights, everything will be fine. The views were amazing but only at the end of the ferrata part were we able to really enjoy them. Except Boris, of course, to whom we are grateful for the few pictures from the ferrata because no one else was really in the mood to peddle with their phone while climbing.
A victory toast after the hardest part of the ferrata
Embracing the mountain bliss
The views are amazing. Somewhere there to the left, cannot be seen in this pictures, only some distant whiteness - that is our goal. Concentrate and keep on going. T day is close
I would say that the rest of the way to Storžič peak was a happy stroll with only few parts where you had to use your arms. Storžič was nevertheless playing with our head (something similar to Tuhobić, but more mild, while we were in GK last time) and the peak seemed closer than it was. At the end, there is this graveyard of sheep turds, a vast minefield that assaults your nose more than it does your shoes. And as the shithole tries to drag you down, you finally enter Storžič. Many people leave while we arrive. Maybe it is shit, maybe it is sweat. Don’t fret! There is enough space for everyone on the top.
Like sheep, meeeeeeee, we slowly make the final push
The cross on the top, no wind was present
Never closer to Grintovec
We asked some woman at the top to take a picture of all of us but she had this weird cross fixation and whatever we said, she was trying to make the cross a part of the photo... some people do like their crosses
After enjoying ourselves a little bit (eating sandwiches and trying out new flavours and versions of soon to be famous Marta’s protein bars), we decided it is time to return. We were still not in the open because the clouds were still threatening and the Norwegian (yr.no) prophecy could still come true! I think we were going towards the Škarjev grave and the descend started with a ferrata. Marta and Marko equipped their safety sets again and the rest of us just used helmets and gloves. It seems that the descend is worse for people with fear of heights because this time you HAVE TO look down.
It is a long and rocky way down
But once again, the landscape and the views are exceptional
Everything was fine anyway and we all managed to climb down. At the end of the track, there si only descending through the forest and it takes some time but soon, which depends on how tired and how hungry and thirsty you are, we have arrived to the starting point. Gonna take off the sweaty clothes and sit down in front of the mountaineering hut Dom pod Storžičem, our final destination for the day and for the night.
Take a moment and look back at the path you have walked on. Fire in the eyes says loud and clear I AM ALIVE