# Day 3: The walk down and up and the run down again

Our today’s plan was to walk the nearby ridge - composed of the peaks called The Small One, The Big One, The Northern One and (maybe) The Sharp One. At the start we had an argument, because I didn’t like the descend of about 300 m, plus I thought we didn’t have a proper plan, well I was just in a crappy mood.

Actually going down those 300m and then about 1000m up hurt like hell. But at the end (when my mood improved) it was quite entertaining. One had to climb on all four, walk just a tiny path on the ridge, and ascend and descend to all the Ones. It was really beautiful and we both liked it.

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#### <center> The beautiful view </center>

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#### <center> The neighboring ridge </center>

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#### <center> Here we slept </center>

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#### <center> Another beautiful view </center>

## Boy’s scouts again
We walk very fast - as we always do, so we even made it to the Sharp One. There we saw a group of 20 Boy Scouts from Belgium who seemed quite lost, but we knew that they had their supervisors with them, so we didn’t want to interrupt. The storm was coming so we turned back to the camp. We very much hoped that they would be alright, because they didn’t seem to care. 

We walked - well more like ran - to the tent, because we realized that it might be better to take the tent down and to sleep in the provided shelter. The tent will be much lighter the next day, than if it is wet. The strong wind, which always comes before a storm, started and there was this amazing father with his 5 year old daughter, and the father was building the tent in a hurry. So we helped him to build it faster. We made it just on time, the first raindrops were already falling and then the heavy downpour began. I love watching the rain, when you are sheltered and don’t need to worry about it.

## The rain and the mountain sounds
During the rain we cuddled in our sleeping bag and ate, drank tea and read Thoreau’s Walden. The rain was over after an hour and there was still light. So we took out the frisbee disc and tried to teach the small girl how to throw. She really liked throwing it - in all directions. We did some stretching again and went aside to meditate with the view on the beautiful sunset clouds, while listening to the shouts of the shepherds and to the steps of the sheep and their bells… It was an amazing contrast of sounds and perfect silence - a very soothing experience.

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#### <center> The shelter </center>

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#### <center> Catching the last streams of sun </center>

@hr1 and @mor

If you liked this post, you might also wanna see the [Introduction post](https://steemit.com/travel/@mor/the-unbearable-lightness-of-travelling) about our travel.
Or see the [previous day](https://steemit.com/travel/@hr1/good-spirit-of-durmitor) of the journey.