A breakfast of cold cuts which was a great start to the day, especially the oval sausage flecked with fat which is Klemenč želodec, a local speciality made in a pig’s stomach.
The Logar Valley has been designated a landscape park and there is a road and also a walking path that extends from the entrance … 7km to the Rinka Waterfall. The first section of the path was closed so we parked a bit further in, by the Palenk Waterfall.
I left Chris taking photos, while I set off walking.
I came across alpine strawberries, now you see them …
… now you don’t!
The path wound from one side of the road to another, through shady woods with beech and birch. Around halfway, there was a cafe and I tried to contact Chris to suggest he meet me there for a drink, but I couldn’t get a signal. As I drew closer, low and behold, there he was drinking coffee and surprised to see me! After a cold drink I set off again and highlights included butterflies …
and donkeys …
… but there weren’t really any views until towards the end, when the path crossed the empty watercourse which would be full during the spring thaw.
Almost at the final car park, I saw the waterfall through the trees …
but there was a final climb to get the best view.
There was also a tree with its roots completely wrapped round a rock for support and a fellow walker insisted I should have a photo with it! It was a good walk which took 2hrs, and I certainly thought it was longer than 5kms!
Chris was waiting in the car park and we drove back through the park, passing several tourist farms offering accommodation and snacks, and quite a swanky hotel with a swimming pool.
There are two smaller valleys here too, one either side of Logar so we went to take a look. We found we couldn’t drive far along Robanov Kot, but it would have been great to hike along another time.
Matkov Kot would also been better to hike, but we drove a short way down a rough track as far as Matk farm, where we were promised excellent goat milk ice cream.
Not only was my honey and Chris’s tarragon ice cream delicious …
but we saw the goats being milked …
… and the beekeeper tending the hives.
Back to the guesthouse and time for a shower before dinner. For the first time, it was a beautiful evening and we could enjoy the mountains lit by evening rays against a blue sky.
We dined on asparagus soup, salad and then local dumplings. These were made by spreading a cottage cheese filling over flattened dough, then rolling and boiling before slicing and serving with a mixed mushroom sauce and very good they were too.
I was offered a masterclass, but as we are leaving tomorrow, it will have to wait! The finale was a plate of cake pops, made by the grand-daughter Katja, undoubtedly following in the family footsteps …
… and then the sun set.
Off Travelling Together 