Trip Reports: Shaken In The Julian Alps, Slovenia - July 2004

Based out of the village of Kranjska Gora, in mid-July of 2004 I did a couple treks in the rugged Julian Alps in Slovenia. For the first hike I ventured up to the Triglavski dom hut below the summit of Triglav, the highest peak in Slovenia. My second trek took me to the Pogacnikov dom and Trzaska koca huts. On the way climbing up to the first hut I nearly died... more on that below.

Kranjska Gora, Julian Alps, Slovenia, photo

Kranjska Gora

sunset nearby the small mountain town of Kranjska Gora

With the intent of climbing up Triglav (2864m), the highest peak in Slovenia, I hiked up to the Triglavski dom hut which is situated on a high ridge about a thousand feet below the summit. At the hut I was relaxing and talking with some CU Boulder grad students (small world) when I could see out the window that the sun was about to poke through the clouds for sunset. I abruptly pardoned myself and rushed outside to catch this amazing sunsety cloud sandwich!

Triglav, Razor, Julian Alps, Slovenia, photo

Triglav Sunset

Sunset from Triglavski Dom on Triglav - July. The peak in the distance is Razor.

That night, despite being the middle of July, it snowed a foot! Well that squashed any plans for the summit, so I made my way back down through the snow then lower down in the pouring rain. I managed to hitchhike back towards the town of Kranjska Gora, but as we were driving past Gozd Martuljek I saw this amazing scene below with the fresh snow and clouds swirling about the peaks, so I asked my driver to stop and I hopped out, photographed the scene, then walked all the way back to Kranjska Gora. It was worth it, despite the long day!

Gozd Martuljek, Spik, Julian Alps, Slovenia, photo

Gozd Martuljek

Spik and the Martuljek group after a summer snowstorm, as seen from Gozd Martuljek - July

For my next trek, on Monday July 12, 2004, I started out on a four day hike again in the Julian Alps, during which time I would be staying the night at various mountain huts – large huts high up in the mountains where food, beds, and blankets are provided.

Julian Alps, Slovenia, Krnica, photo

Looking down the Krnica Valley.

I hiked up through Krnica Valley, a long narrow forested valley with high mountain walls on both sides, until I came to the head of the valley, which ends abruptly in a towering cirque. At this point you’d think that there would be no way to get up these vertical walls without ropes, but the trail turns into a “via ferrata” (Italian for “iron way”). Basically it’s a marked path that winds its way up through the vertical cliffs via the path of least resistance. There are cables and pegs bolted into the cliffs to grab onto during the hairy sections.

So off I went, scrambling and climbing up and around cliffs and traversing on narrow ledges, all the time following the little red and white circles painted on the rocks to mark the path. I had just come off above a vertical section onto a flatter section about halfway up the mountain face when I was shocked to hear an awful low-pitched rumbling sound. For an instant I was confused, but before I could even think, I heard the terrible sound of a massive rockfall coming down towards me from above like a freight train from hell. I couldn’t see anything above, since the closest cliffs blocked the view, but I could hear that the loud rumbling was coming down towards me fast. At this point the entire mountainside was shaking badly, but I had enough sense to run uphill toward the nearest cliff so that hopefully the boulders would fly over my head. As I was running towards the cliff, about three or four paces away from it, I could see and hear the first rocks zipping past my head — luckily none hit me. I made it to the base of the cliff, which was only about ten or fifteen feet tall, and huddled in the corner as rocks cascaded over my head and bounced off nearby boulders. At this point even the cliffs I was clinging onto were shaking violently, and combined with the deafening noise of crashing rocks, I was convinced that the entire mountainside was collapsing in a major rockslide. I am sure you can imagine how helpless and terrified I felt at this point. The only things I remember thinking about were first of all how completely pulverized I would soon be and therefore how completely helpless I was, and secondly I just thought, no, I’m not done yet! I don’t want this to happen!

Well, to my great surprise and relief, the rumbling subsided and the cascade of rocks died off into a trickle of pebbles as I could hear it all settling down below in the valley. I still clung to the wall for about a minute, my body shaking from the fear. After I was able to gather my senses, I looked over into the valley where a dust cloud was lingering. At this point another rockslide was triggered on the opposite side of the valley. Get me the hell out of here!!! The obvious way out was to continue upwards to the top ridge where I would be safe. With shaky legs I quickly but tenderly climbed as fast as possible, constantly looking for places to hide, and speeding past exposed (from above) sections. I soon made it up to the ridge and hurried back from the edge where I knew I was finally safe.

I hiked the final mile or two to the Pogacnikov Dom hut, the whole time reviewing the event in my head in a sort of state of shock. I got to the hut and ordered a large beer. Luckily the girl who worked there spoke English. I had to get the story off my chest. As Sasha gave me the beer I said, “I almost died on the way up here.” She chuckled and said something like yeah, it’s a long way isn’t it… “No,” I said with a straight face, “I ALMOST DIED ON THE WAY UP HERE.” She was all ears and as I started telling what happened two other girls came out of the kitchen and listened too. After I was done telling my story (with much animated theatrics or course!) they said, yeah, there was an earthquake today! The hut had shaken so much that they thought that Razor (the nearest mountain) was falling down. The epicenter was in a town called Bovec, just down-valley. So I was in a damn earthquake!!! We talked for a while and the radio said that one man was already found dead in the mountains. He had been hiking with his wife and was knocked off of a cliff by rockfall. A tragedy indeed, but thankfully for me that was the only death that day due to the earthquake.

It’s hard to explain the overwhelming gratitude you feel after a brush with death like that. As I sipped my beer I browsed through some Slovenian travel magazines, just savoring the pictures of the people in traditional costume playing their accordions, and the pictures of the houses, and the pictures of the trees and just the colors and all of it. I became immensely grateful for all these simple things that constitute this life – the colors, the conversations, even the simple act of sitting down and resting on a chair. I talked with some cool people that night, ate a lot of food, and drank my share of beer. The next three days in the mountains went on without any major craziness; I saw some awesome scenery, took some photos of some ibex lounging in the grass, and met some more fellow hikers. I am happy to be alive.

Julian Alps, Slovenia, photo

A view back towards a rockslide triggered by an earthquake the previous day.

The next day I climbed up Razor and from the summit I had a view back towards the Kriskastena route where I had survived the rockslide the previous day. I'm not 100% sure but I think this is the actual rockslide that washed over me - I was right in the middle of that mess! So lucky...

Pihavec, Pogacnikov dom, Julian Alps, Slovenia, photo

Pihavec Alpenglow

sunset alpenglow on Pihavec as seen from Pogacnikov dom

Julian Alps, Slovenia, Pihavec, sunset, photo

Pihavec Glow

Last light on Pihavec

ibex, Julian Alps, Slovenia, photo

Two Ibex

Two ibex lounging on the grass, July

Julian Alps, Slovenia, river, Karjcarica, photo


The turquoise Krajcarica river flows towards Trenta.