Silly me went up Mixnitz Bärenschützklamm and further up a mountain, and for the fun of it, or so it seems, silly me decided to go criss-cross on the descent.
Down steep slopes I went, I had to climb a small rock face (and nearly fell down it), later there was some raw rubble-and-stone ditch, even more and even steeper hills, spiky young spruce and thorny blackberries; in other words, I fell several times (and on one occasion only a young spruce tree was my saviour, to which I clung despite its stinging needles), I've got grazes everywhere around my feet and arms, but no serious damage was done and I'm back home again.
Only thing I know is that next time I just might decide not go criss-crossing. Probably.
