Yesterday we awoke in a little village (think tourist village, not traditional village) in the Tatras mountains in Slovakia. We could not see the mountains (the rain has been following us from country to country), but we were assured that they existed beyond the fog.
A peek of the mountains through the fog.
It was foggy (but not raining) when we started. But after our snack-lunch stop, the rain started and I found myself being thankful (again) that I bought a new goretex rain shell before I left on this trip. So it was a relatively miserable trek up the rest of the trail to the cable lift, which we took back down. The scenery also left when the rain started, and perhaps the fog was good as a few of travelers might not have been so keen on actually seeing the drop down the mountain.
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