Julian Alps

Even Trieste still keeps a semblance of summer, though Trieste is now far too melancholy a town to be able to do much with it.

Up in the Julian Alps, it is almost winter.

On the bare limestone levels of the karst, a steady and biting wind makes a real hardship of sleeping in the open.

But once one has dived over the almost... precipitous ledge of the plateau that overhangs the city one is once more able to feel the hot dust of the roadway blowing up against one's hands and to sit for hours on the mole staring at the wish-wash of the sea or at the other people sitting there staring but that is really another story It is not my present purpose to explain why I found myself in Trieste.

[gentle music] John Terraro in the autumnal Slovenian Alps, not far from Austria.

Feels like Austria.

This is stunning.

Look at these fucking views.

It's spectacular.

Anyway, time for some filming and drone shots and adventure in the Slovenian Alps.

Keep grabbing life by those horny horns, and, uh, let's see what we can capture.

[singing] We've become lost.

Germans, Bulgarians, Scythians, and others joined in ranks, and twenty thousand Saxon warriors with their wives and children added to the great host which had flocked to the banners of the already renowned warrior.

It was in the year five sixty-eight that Alboin, followed by the great multitude of adventurers he had gathered and by the whole nation of the Longobardi, ascended the Julian Alps and looked down from their summits on the smiling plains of northern Italy, to which his success was thenceforward to give the name of Lombardy, the land of the Longobardi.

Four years were spent in war with the Romans, city after city, district after district falling into the hands of the invaders.

The resistance was but feeble, and at length the whole country watered by the Po, with the strong city of Pavia, fell into the hands of Alboin, who divided the conquered lands among his followers and reduced their former holders to servitude.

It's mountainous.

It's in the Julian Alps.

Everything is a small village.

The, the meat you eat, the, the, the, the cheese you eat, it's going to be from some little old lady.

But there was a latent consciousness in the minds of their subjects, perhaps in their own also, that they were not kings de jure.

Had the Italian peninsula been less easily accessible by way of the Julian Alps, or had Rome been situated in as strong a position as Constantinople It is possible that this secret belief in her rightful predominance might have won back for a Roman emperor the dominion over Europe which was in fact wielded for a time by the Roman popes.

But the virtual transference of the seat of empire from the Tiber to the Bosphorus, which was the result of the foundation of the new Rome and the frequent successful sieges of the old Rome, prevented the Roman emperor from thus reasserting himself.

There were jealousies between Rome and Constantinople already before the end of the fourth century, and when under Justinian the empire made its wonderful efforts to recover the ground which it had lost in Africa, in Italy, and in Spain, though these reconquests were affected in the name of a Roman Augustus, it was felt, and often loudly asserted, that the armies which fought under the imperial standards were Greek rather than Roman.

And I mean, so you're doing ETC.

And I think a little bit later in September, you're doing another race, which is in the Julian Alps.

Yes, in

Slovenia.

So I've never really had that experience of knowing that I've got more than that to climb.

But it's a true, true test of whether I feel confident enough to actually enter the lottery for that OCC dream.

I think if I can do this Julian Alps adventure, the cutoff is 13 and a half hours.

The OCC cutoff is 14 and a half hours.

Even Trieste still keeps a semblance of summer, though Trieste is now far too melancholy a town to be able to do much with it.

Up in the Julian Alps, it is almost winter.

On the bare limestone levels of the karst, a steady and biting wind makes a real hardship of sleeping in the open.

but once one has dived over the almost precipitous ledge of the plateau that overhangs the city one is once more able to feel the hot dust of the roadway blowing up against one's hands and to sit for hours on the mole staring at the wish-wash of the sea or at the other people sitting there staring but that is really another story it is not my present purpose to explain why i found myself in trieste The story is concerned with a rather remarkable love affair, of which I would have known nothing if it had not happened that I was practically destitute at that time.

The Alps separate Italy on the north and northwest from the rest of Europe.

The pass over these mountains, which presents the least difficulties, is through the Julian Alps on the east.

It was over this pass that the barbarians swept down in their invasions of the country.

The Apennines, which are a continuation of the Alps, extend through the whole of the peninsula, starting in the Maritime Alps.