To get the best view, you need the best seat. When it comes to the great outdoors, then there’s no better seat than on top of a mountain. The aptly named Vogel waiting to give us a bird’s eye view
We drag ourselves away from the Cow Ball. Cross the road and up the short, but steep, two hundred metres to the cable car. It drops us off at 1537 ears-popping metres later. We’re not done though. We’re on one of the biggest ski centres in Slovenia. One ski lift is operating. We jump on. Joined by a fellow Brit. She leaves her vertigo-prone hubby at base camp. He’s done well to get this far. On top, we jump off, she stays on and does a U-turn. I scramble up further and put my new toy to good use . . . just click on the circled corners near the right edge to go to full screen 360 view.
When you’re higher than a kite and looking down from such a position, you get to understand why God might have felt rather pleased with himself on that sixth day. It all looks rather ‘good’.
The ski-lift back down gives us a second chance to enjoy . . .
Then, with head straining out of the open window, like an excited seasoned car-traveling dog, we have the best seats in the house. As may well have once written – “There is good, there is” . . .
We don’t walk much further today. Mary-Ann’s Fitbit clocks up 21,000 steps. Two HOHO’s ferry us back.