gretel and gretel

yesterday (mar5), alison (this calgarian girl i met walking from the bus station to my hostel) and i decided we'd go for a hike to the highest peak of the area (Klet)....we packed some snacks, bought exta water , and made sure we were well layered......we made our way through the cobble-stoned midieval streets of cesky krumlov, overlooked by the castle......we passed into the surrounding "suburbs", onto pavement, up into the farm lands....we followed the markers -- green and white-- into the forest paths.....we followed the arrows and squares indicating direction right into a gully where we stopped to take pictures.....when alison happened to notice another arrow....clearly labeled, it was pointing in the direction from whence we'd come....doh! we must have missed the turn.....we kept our eyes peepled and headed back....the path became road and we'd still seen no turn-off......we went unitl we came upon another arrow pointing in the original direction......so we turned.....we were starting to feel like human yoyos --back and forth, back and forth........but we were determined......it became evident that either a marker was missing or had been tampered with.....not the types to give up that easily, we decided to make our own way up to the top of the "mountain"............we scaled the forested hill dodging evidence of both deer and bear......periwinkle were popping up through the cover of autumnal leaves...pussywillow trees welcomed the way.....smells of pine and an indescribable sweetness caressed our senses as we crunched through the brush.....as we walked i started to wish we had some breadcrumbs to show us the way back......but we made it --to the top (although not Klet) and back....no worse for wear except for bramble scratches.........