Deb doesn't like this town -- nobody smiles. Maybe it's just too early and too cold. She found a tiny ear of corn though; that made her happy.
From here the trail follows tiny windy roads through sandstone formations not unlike those at Peklo Park, but less grand. Again, many houses, sheds and closets are dug right into the cliff face.
We're tempted by a wacky homestead with hot dogs for sale, but instead we follow the trail back into the woods and lunch on a bench next to a Father-and-Son shrine.
Food from Kaufland; rum from home (from Jamaica really) infused with Czech berries. Normally this is our emergency rum but our hike is almost over so we're getting a little recklessly optimistic.
We're still up pretty high at this point, with a nice view of the valley, but with every step it's clear that we're coming down from the mountains now. The trail winds down the cliffs to and alongside the Pšovka river, heading for the town of Kokořín. Along the way we pass through a parking lot where visitors come and climb many stairs to see these formations:
As we enter Kokořín, we feel the weary tug of civilization, passing lots of pleasant rustic cottages. Looks like it's a vacation area. For us, though, there's the convenient grandeur of the Hotel Kokořín, right on the trail!
We get a posh room with a view of the cliffs and a computer instead of a TV. Next door a great restaurant serves fish and rabbit,
...which we enjoy with our new favorite Czech white wine, argh! I didn't write it down or get a picture of the bottle! Now we'll never know! Well, it's the fanciest white wine (hey, it's our anniversary!) at the restaurant called Pobuda, next to the Hotel Kokořín. Maybe they still have the same one. It was lovely.
Back at the hotel, we take our day's notes and plan for tomorrow. We'll be in Prague soon. Good night!
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