When the weather is fine I can see it from my bathroom window. In Slovenian skuta means curd. I had made a deal with Ž that we go up together, so I had to wait several years that this came true. Last year snow fell too early to climb (literally!) it. This year I was not prepared for any compromises. One day I said to Ž: “I will climb Skuta the day after tomorrow - with or without you.”
We woke up early and after the breakfast started our hike. I stopped many times – alpine plants were blooming all around us. After some time we came to a bivouac where three Czech tourists and a father with two sons spent the night. Very interesting building; I guess it must be pleasant to sleep in there.