Into the trees

Day one in Dobra was for breaking in gently - no mad rush for the slopes, just getting used to being in the mountains in winter. Perfect day for a walk up Łopień, the nearest peak. The children's desire for pizza overcame my personal quest to reach the top of the mountain, so we started heading down towards Jurków.

Sabina, Eddie and I were making our way through the trees, when I thought I could hear the wind whistling. But no! It was the sound of hymns sung from the church at Jurków. Quite a magic moment, especially since we were so deep in the forest that we could still see no signs of civilisation - just animal tracks.

The skies cleared, the sun emerged, the world was quite beautiful, sunlight glinting off the snow.

But we were still a long way from the warmth of a restaurant.



Out of the trees. The snow has drifted deep in the fields on the lower slopes of Łopień. Eddie was complaining of wet jeans; however two giant 32cm pizzas did the trick, providing more than enough calories for the journey back to Dobra.