By the third day, we were exhausted — but we’d heard so many amazing things about Mount Triglav. We’d already come so far.
So for the final time, we set off. As we walked further up the mountain, the landscape began to turn into snow and ice. Other hikers were dressed in extensive hiking gear, and armed with pick axes to tackle the rocky cliffs. They took one look at us in our sneakers and shook their heads.
They kept telling us, “You need to go back. You need to turn around”.
Still, we persisted. The terrain became more treacherous under foot and we were soon climbing up a giant wall of rocks — with a huge drop of around 100 metres. Memorials of people who had passed away on the mountain began to pop up everywhere.
It was at this point I started freaking out. I didn’t know what we were doing, or why we were doing it anymore.
Some many hours later, we finally, somehow, reached the top of Mount Triglav. The mountains stretched across into Austria, and it was so incredibly beautiful and rewarding.
After that, I knew that I wanted to chase that feeling all the time.