Photos: a trip or few, part 4
To the east…
…some 15 km/10 miles. It’s August the 11th, and we’re in a forest today. Well, mostly.
This is a small fragment of the Homole Ravine. A lovely place with plenty of spruces, ivy, junipers, tourists, splashing water, rocks, tourists, frogs - leaping across your arm with an annoyed air of “get move, big woman!” - small bridges overhanging the stream, tourists, butterflies, forest flowers, tourists, sunlight streaming through leaves, moss on stones, tourists, fallen logs, tourists, tiny waterfalls and water’s rush and hum. And I’m not making up that about the frog. It turned out a bit moisty, quite heavy and rather amphibianly cool… Anyway, my arm was just a momentary stop and lookout. OK, no problem, I hope I was comfortable and I recommend my services to any frogs in future.
Once you’re out of the ravine, you have more forest and slightly less tourists. Then you have forest intertwined with meadows, and then meadows intertwined with forest. As you can see, one can’t complain about monotony. In case you’re going romantic and watching buzzards circling and squawking high overhead in the sky, don’t forget you’re walking the tracks herds of healthy-boweled sheep have been moved on recently. Ahem.
And in the end you can see these forests, meadows, sheep and sometimes also buzzards from above, not to mention swallowtails again. The thing below isn’t a new decorative strip in the journal’s style, but the view from the top of Wysoka Mt. (lit. High), with its 1050 m/3445 ft being the highest peak of Pieniny Mountains, what makes it one of the peaks in the Crown of Poland.
What one does later? Goes back down to civilization, in search of ice cream, obviously. And then, on the granite steps of fancy stairs in a city park, you meet such a tough fellow, looking somewhat lost. Apparently it was a day of climbing rocky peaks for us all. Afterwards I put him onto grass.
To be continued. :)
…some 15 km/10 miles. It’s August the 11th, and we’re in a forest today. Well, mostly.
This is a small fragment of the Homole Ravine. A lovely place with plenty of spruces, ivy, junipers, tourists, splashing water, rocks, tourists, frogs - leaping across your arm with an annoyed air of “get move, big woman!” - small bridges overhanging the stream, tourists, butterflies, forest flowers, tourists, sunlight streaming through leaves, moss on stones, tourists, fallen logs, tourists, tiny waterfalls and water’s rush and hum. And I’m not making up that about the frog. It turned out a bit moisty, quite heavy and rather amphibianly cool… Anyway, my arm was just a momentary stop and lookout. OK, no problem, I hope I was comfortable and I recommend my services to any frogs in future.
Once you’re out of the ravine, you have more forest and slightly less tourists. Then you have forest intertwined with meadows, and then meadows intertwined with forest. As you can see, one can’t complain about monotony. In case you’re going romantic and watching buzzards circling and squawking high overhead in the sky, don’t forget you’re walking the tracks herds of healthy-boweled sheep have been moved on recently. Ahem.
And in the end you can see these forests, meadows, sheep and sometimes also buzzards from above, not to mention swallowtails again. The thing below isn’t a new decorative strip in the journal’s style, but the view from the top of Wysoka Mt. (lit. High), with its 1050 m/3445 ft being the highest peak of Pieniny Mountains, what makes it one of the peaks in the Crown of Poland.
What one does later? Goes back down to civilization, in search of ice cream, obviously. And then, on the granite steps of fancy stairs in a city park, you meet such a tough fellow, looking somewhat lost. Apparently it was a day of climbing rocky peaks for us all. Afterwards I put him onto grass.
To be continued. :)