Triglav National Park is Slovenia's only national park and the eponymous mountain has a strong hold on the national psyche, with every Slovenian expected to climb it at some point in their lives.
The few farms in the Krma valley section explored this morning were interspersed with picturesque ruined ironworks, restored watermills, all set against 2000m peaks in a pine forest.
All was calm, and birdsong was the only soundtrack to the ride. Until 0854 hours. Then the shrill of a mobile phone ringtone dovetailed perfectly into the shrill tones of aggrieved wifedom. THIS IS YOUR LAST EARLY MORNING RIDE THE KIDS ARE DREADFUL LISTEN CAN YOU HEAR THEM THAT IS CHLOE SCREECHING BECAUSE I WON'T LIFT HER DOWN FROM THE TABLE AND AS FOR MADDIE AND WHICH SHOWER DID YOU LEAVE THE YELLOW TOWEL IN THAT'S THE SECOND TOWEL YOU'VE LOST...
Wife focused mollification was the only strategy left open to this veteran of 14 mountainbike rides so far this trip, and I can record that the rest of the day was a serene journey for Laura. Her lunch arrived on her lap, dinner to her table, and she was afforded a couple of hours treetop adventuring while the kids were entertained by her earthbound husband.
I'm pretty confident I've earned another 14 rides now.
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