The ride from Ljubljana was really punishing, the inclines went on for miles at a time and just when we’d managed to settle into a rhythm some hairpin sharp bends would throw the road into an even steeper ascent forcing us to fall back to our lowest gears.
Arriving at the lake was at first an anticlimax, it didn’t look very charismatic, it was beautiful but not imposing and the surrounding mountains looked flat compared to what we had just ridden through. I wasn’t put off though, I knew this was the flat side of a long lake and I wasn’t going to be disappointed. As we approached the far side the mountains rose up enclosing us against the water’s edge. We sat beside the lake admiring the vestibule created by the calm mirrored surface of the lake at the bottom, mountains and waterfalls at the sides and heavy clouds above, it was as if we were in a cocoon. Continue reading Lake Bohinj and the Julian Alps