My bike trip to Dražgoše

This week I decided not to go to Bohinj again and try to actually break through Jelovica and get out on the other side, to Dražgoše. On the map the blue cross shows where I strayed off the last week's path.


I was a bit quicker than last week as I met no people at all and only a few cars passed me, their passengers looking at me with big eyes. Not until I had been lost for two hours I met two loggers who reassured me I was going the right way. I probably did not meet anyone because I started earlier and the weather was uglier, no sun:


There were quite a few puddles - remnants of the last day's rain. I was undeterred as it was actually enjoyable cycling in cooler conditions.

I was soon cycling on hitherto-unexplored stretches of roads getting lost merrily, I had the map with me but it was of no help, soon I stopped consulting it. Then I found the reason why those cars were in such a hurry and why they were looking at me like that: They divined my direction and hurried to build a road for me.


I then jollily breezed down the newly-built road thinking that I will be in Dražgoše in five minutes, then the road (of course) levelled out and started rising again and I was biting the pedals, again. Soon I came to a crossroads and blindly took a right turn since it made the most sense.

Soon the road petered out to a lousy tractor trail, and then to a walking route, but I still broke all speed records on it as:

(bear country)

Then I met the two loggers who assured me I was going the right (even though a bit rough) way.


I also had other forms of help. The kingdom of snaildonia sent its emmisaries who dilligently tried to get run over by me every time I chose the right way. When I once chose the wrong one, there were no snails on it.

It is interesting what a tired mind will come up with, and how such coincidences can be tied into an elaborate explanation of reality which is favourable - or unfavourable - to us, I was content to not stamp such thoughts and tried to observe and nurture them and they are quite a good explanation for the birth of religion.

Then I managed to get onto another more travelled road and I was breezing down hill when it, yet again, started rising again and I had to overcome what I felt must be the last hurdle before a straight downhill run home. I then found an actual paved road and I was very happy since I would not be eaten by bears or kidnapped by fanatical snails. The valley opened ahead of me, and even though I had no idea which valley it was or where the hell I was I still took it as a good sign.



I also found Bičkova Skala rock, Biček was some partisan rambo dude who was probably compensating for his unfortunate name.

Then it was just a matter of following the yellow brick (err, I mean paved) road and paying attention to road signs, then the road started rising, again (for the last time fortunately) and I sold my soul to Stan and Steve (delirium is fun) three times over before I finally managed to get on Jamnik.


The downhill run to Kropa was fairly uneventful, I did meet a few cyclists going uphill and I greeted them all very cheerfully.


And I managed to get home with no problems,
kilometers done: 50, soul sold: 3 times, lost for: 2 hours.