I’m willing to cycle uphill a few hundred extra meters to reach the lake Braies, even though I’m unsure if the sun will make an appearance. The effort is only worthwhile if the sun shines, as the scenery is far more stunning with sunlight, both for the eye and the camera lens. It’s too cold for swimming, anyway. I’ve been here before, but both times the weather was bad in the morning and evening. I want to give the lake one more chance. The forecast hints at a slim chance of clear skies by sunset, but unfortunately, the sun never shows. I consider skipping the cold night on the mountain, but since I’ve already climbed the extra elevation, one night in the tent won’t hurt. Besides, I scouted a promising wild camping spot on the way up, and it turns out to be quite practical.
That night, I hear the bellowing of deer repeatedly - it’s mating season. Their calls are anything but comforting - quite the opposite! The next morning, I ignore my alarm, assuming it’s still cloudy. But when I finally peek out of the tent, I see clear skies and immediately spring into action. Though I’m a bit late, it’s still just before sunrise. I quickly gather my camera gear, leave everything else behind, and rush to the lake on my bike. I am not disappointed. The mountain behind the lake is bathed in sunlight, wrapped in a thin veil of mist.
