Campers biggest curse

In fact, both visited us on the first night:

While Petrus had a blast, a little furry roommate inspected our supplies. However, the mouse was quite clumsy as we noticed and thwarted its theft despite the end of the world going on outside.

No more damage than a hole in a bag was reported. Nevertheless, we prefer the sound of rain on the tent roof over another visit and are now on guard.

A bit tired due to the nocturnal disturbances, we set off for our first hike after breakfast in the open air. Since it wasn't supposed to be too hot, it seemed like a good plan.

Initially, the chosen route turned out to be a flop: wide gravel paths up the steep hill.

Not at all what one generally imagines as an adventure. As expected, after only 100 meters, the complaining and whining started and there was no strength left for another step.

Even the great wild strawberries at the edge of the path or the magnificent view couldn't motivate or excite the youngest expedition member.

With every step, there was a snarky comment, dawdling all the way, and curses for every meter of altitude. Since we adults were not really relaxed on vacation either, a huge thunderstorm broke out which was just as intense as the one from Petrus the night before. It didn't help, but it also couldn't stop it somehow.

Fate saved us (‚everyone gets as much as they can bear‘) when suddenly the path became narrower and had to be mastered by climbing over rocks and stones. Finally!

We confidently walked 3.8 km with 400 meters of altitude, passing waterfalls and lonely mountain huts, through an enchanted forest with moss-covered boulders and wild undergrowth.

With a plate of pasta in our stomachs, we immediately felt better, so fate thought we could use another round of frustration. Didn't we say in the morning that we choose the continuous rain instead of a visit? We shouldn't have said anything:

There it is. Continuous rain at its finest, and a leaky tent roof as well. Wonderful!

Probably a beginner's mistake because we didn't reapply the tent's waterproofing. But this realization is of little use on a Sunday evening in Triglav National Park far away from any stores.

While it's pouring outside and inside the tent, we're sitting more or less relaxed at the table and playing cards. We can't do much more than storing everything dry and covering the inner tent with towels.

Well, at least the advantage is that the neighboring children are on house arrest today.