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VWfhyi_dRiqAsOaqA.jpeg"><figcaption>A view hidden in fog. | Credit: <a href="https://medium.com/@anne.bonfert">Anne Bonfert</a></figcaption></figure><p id="a0db">I looked across the meadows, searching for signs of life, but I didn’t see anything but these purple flowers shining brightly amidst this foggy landscape.</p><figure id="4232"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*GzNunk1IItOhLeCMnNzBOQ.jpeg"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><figure id="2572"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*yyTXSqNMTi3-UBQDkusrHw.jpeg"><figcaption></figcaption></figure><figure id="9469"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*4_0e3uEQg5f0NtgJcaanEA.jpeg"><figcaption>A touch of colors in this gray landscape. | Credit: <a href="https://medium.com/@anne.bonfert">Anne Bonfert</a></figcaption></figure><p id="26f8">We tested the echo game and were talking loud to each other in order to make sure all animals are aware of our presence and hopefully do disappear.</p><figure id="669e"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*0DEAmKwrjG27F49Vz8GmUg.jpeg"><figcaption>It was certainly eerie. | Credit: <a href="https://medium.com/@anne.bonfert">Anne Bonfert</a></figcaption></figure><p id="3ad4">Few birds were up and none of them were singing a happy melody.</p><figure id="76cb"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*pKYkKwMrQYX0d7v-pPmb7A.jpeg"><figcaption>Who knows what's looming inside that forest? | Credit: <a href="https://medium.com/@anne.bonfert">Anne Bonfert</a></figcaption></figure><p id="0d3e">We passed another cottage. One that had collapsed over the years. Either due to the weather or because of damage done by wildlife. Who knows?</p><figure id="4358"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*9Q3TZuOyfg6qPIAs0Hkr9w.jpeg"><figcaption>A fallen cottage. | Credit: <a href="https://medium.com/@anne.bonfert">Anne Bonfert</a></figcaption></figure><p id="0bbd">It was time to turn around and we were certainly happy we had made it this far on this foggy day in the Carpathian Mountains.</p><figure id="48be"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*IVjsz3NxkfSaqcnW7BDE1g.jpeg"><figcaption>Showing happiness about surviving in the wilderness of Transylvania. | Photo used with permission. Credit: <a href="https://medium.com/@anne.bonfert">Anne Bonfert</a></figcaption></figure><p id="8686">Rosehip berries were hanging on the bushes. The kind of berries that remind me of the jam my grandma used to make from them. But today, they only remind me how much bears love these red bulbs.</p><figure id="4cf3"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*lF_1Qw2MJWvUSY2O4DmUoA.jpeg"><figcaption>Food for the bears. | Credit: <a href="https://medium.com/@anne.bonfert">Anne Bonfert</a></figcaption></figure><p id="5de1">I took a few scenic pictures. But just with the phone. I didn’t feel safe enough taking my camera out of the bag. Also, the air was damp.</p><figure id="d23b"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*8ZSdpDp5F4oRweKHyz5C0Q.jpeg"><figcaption>More gloominess. | Credit: <a href="https://medium.com/@anne.bonfert">Anne Bonfert</a></figcaption></figure><p id="5bb4">The fog lifted on our way down, giving us a better view of the valley we had ascended in.</p><figure id="5322"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*PrDpctqzso2AemDa1VisHg.jpeg"><figcaption>Hiking back down as the fog lifts. | Credit: <a href="https://medium.com/@anne.bonfert">Anne Bonfert</a></figcaption></figure><p id="4e63">The forest looked rather sad with no more leaves left on the branches.</p><figure id="e1a2"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*scDxqh6J4OFuEU45T450Kg.jpeg"><figcaption>The valley of the abandoned cottages. | Credit: <a href="https://medium.com/@anne.bonfert">Anne Bonfert</a></figcaption></figure><p id="9446">At one of the shepherd cottages, we decided to stop for lunch.</p><p id="13b7">This one was surely still in use since we found a knife and some other tools a shepherd would need returning next summer.</p><figure id="9e26"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*r1nPtIKA45KtTw09kLeJDw.jpeg"><figcaption>Our lunch spot. | Credit: <a href="https://medium.com/@anne.bonfert">Anne Bonfert</a></figcaption></figure><p id="b67c">We made it back down safely and were more than happy not to hav

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e crossed a bear’s path on this trip. We took off our layers and warmed up inside the cozy home just before a delicious Romanian dinner was being served.</p><figure id="8f4f"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*OfFJ5GLvufoMBIz8sO-JEA.jpeg"><figcaption>Saying goodbye to the valley shrouded in fog. | Credit: <a href="https://medium.com/@anne.bonfert">Anne Bonfert</a></figcaption></figure><p id="3b5c" type="7">“Sometimes it all gets a little too much, but you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up.” — Shawn Mendez</p><p id="f2a5"><i>This is a writing prompt response to the Weeds & Wildflowers monthly challenge in January 2023. "Shrouded in fog" was inspired by <a href="">Dennett</a>.</i></p><div id="87ad" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/shrouded-b96371687330"> <div> <div> <h2>Shrouded</h2> <div><h3>Weeds & Wildflowers January Prompt</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*J0H4_35bJK9ViPu3TbgcuA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="1d26"><i>Other submissions to the prompt so far:</i></p><p id="c862"><a href=""><i>Rhonda Marrone</i></a><i> with “<a href="https://readmedium.com/first-foggy-day-9b4cc7c14b99">First Foggy Day</a></i></p><p id="275c"><a href=""><i>Louise Peacock</i></a><i> with “<a href="https://readmedium.com/fantasmagorical-fog-133e18dbd4b3">Phantasmagorical Fog</a></i></p><h2 id="d0fd">Read more about foggy days around the world:</h2><div id="e1ef" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/where-fog-is-more-common-than-sunshine-20e98a6c5692"> <div> <div> <h2>Where Fog is More Common Than Sunshine</h2> <div><h3>A place where a foggy view doesn’t occur due to a late-night party…</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*ATTdkL-_ZkP92g3f3baEkg.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="ba09" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/when-fog-rises-from-the-forest-a2df6e343986"> <div> <div> <h2>When Fog Rises From the Forest</h2> <div><h3>Location number two for misty days: Rüdenau, Germany</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*1LofvQAzKIE9kQjZqe_IhQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><div id="aa76" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/happiness-is-when-the-fog-is-lifting-above-the-forest-a08ebaf2cb8b"> <div> <div> <h2>Happiness is When the Fog is Lifting Above the Forest</h2> <div><h3>November Six Word Photo Story Challenge: “Collecting Smiles”</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*ORQiqMwnDjWV3gjsNPPphQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><blockquote id="155e"><p>Join my email list <a href="https://mailchi.mp/9dd74c10ac6b/signup-mydreamofafrica">here</a> if you would like to read more photo essays or sign up for the <a href="https://medium.com/@anne.bonfert/membership">Medium membership</a> to receive unlimited access to my and other writers’ stories out here (I will receive a commission fee in return).</p></blockquote><p id="27d0"><a href="https://mydreamofafrica.wordpress.com/"><i>WordPress</i></a><i> | <a href="https://www.shutterstock.com/g/Anne+Bonfert">Shutterstock</a> | <a href="https://www.instagram.com/mydreamofafrica/?hl=en">Instagram</a> | <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCjXOWGPFOVRSXu9-F14313w">YouTube</a> | <a href="https://mailchi.mp/9dd74c10ac6b/signup-mydreamofafrica">Mailchimp</a> | <a href="https://www.amazon.com/-/de/Anne-Bonfert/e/B08PPD2Y41?ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1&amp;qid=1668865050&amp;sr=8-1">Amazon</a></i></p></article></body>

WRITING PROMPT RESPONSE

Shrouded in Fog in Transylvania

Where the Carpathians Mountains hide bears and wolves

Shrouded in fog in Transylvania | Credit: Anne Bonfert

After visiting countless forts and castles, we were ready for some isolation from civilization. Touring through Transylvania in November last year, we stayed at a friend of my dad’s in a valley in the Carpathian Mountains.

The guard dog was old, deaf, and blind but was still supervising the mechanical work the men were doing on the car. No, you don’t take your car to the mechanics here in rural Romania. You fix it yourself.

The dog supervising the mechanics work. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

We had a rainy morning, and I was working on the laptop when David came by and said let’s go. The rain had stopped while the fog was still hanging low in the mountains.

We wanted some exercise and decided to hike up behind the house we were staying in.

It wasn’t a hiking trail but rather an old path used by shepherds and their sheep during the summer months. Overgrown, slippery and muddy was the trail.

Heading out. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

Few leaves were left on the branches, and most fruit trees in the valley had signs of bears breaking the branches to reach the fruit.

Yes, this is bear country.

Damp and gloomy. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

It appeared to us as if we were hiking through an abandoned village. My dad’s friend was telling us shepherds still use these broken-down cottages in summer, but most people who used to live here moved to the cities.

Abandoned cottages. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

On a particularly slippery stretch in the forest, a piece of wool took my attention. Very likely, some wolves had taken down a sheep dragging it up this path.

Yes, these mountains are raw, wild, and free.

Is it a sign of a fallen sheep? | Credit: Anne Bonfert

It was certainly eerie out there.

Summer homes of the shepherds in the mountains. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

Shrouded in fog, we placed one step at a time, listening to any abnormal sounds. We anticipated a dangerous animal behind every corner. Especially when the fog was thick and hovering just above the ground.

The valley in the fog. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

My father was more confident, but David and I didn’t feel safe knowing there had been bear sightings in this area less than two weeks ago.

A view hidden in fog. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

I looked across the meadows, searching for signs of life, but I didn’t see anything but these purple flowers shining brightly amidst this foggy landscape.

A touch of colors in this gray landscape. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

We tested the echo game and were talking loud to each other in order to make sure all animals are aware of our presence and hopefully do disappear.

It was certainly eerie. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

Few birds were up and none of them were singing a happy melody.

Who knows what's looming inside that forest? | Credit: Anne Bonfert

We passed another cottage. One that had collapsed over the years. Either due to the weather or because of damage done by wildlife. Who knows?

A fallen cottage. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

It was time to turn around and we were certainly happy we had made it this far on this foggy day in the Carpathian Mountains.

Showing happiness about surviving in the wilderness of Transylvania. | Photo used with permission. Credit: Anne Bonfert

Rosehip berries were hanging on the bushes. The kind of berries that remind me of the jam my grandma used to make from them. But today, they only remind me how much bears love these red bulbs.

Food for the bears. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

I took a few scenic pictures. But just with the phone. I didn’t feel safe enough taking my camera out of the bag. Also, the air was damp.

More gloominess. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

The fog lifted on our way down, giving us a better view of the valley we had ascended in.

Hiking back down as the fog lifts. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

The forest looked rather sad with no more leaves left on the branches.

The valley of the abandoned cottages. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

At one of the shepherd cottages, we decided to stop for lunch.

This one was surely still in use since we found a knife and some other tools a shepherd would need returning next summer.

Our lunch spot. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

We made it back down safely and were more than happy not to have crossed a bear’s path on this trip. We took off our layers and warmed up inside the cozy home just before a delicious Romanian dinner was being served.

Saying goodbye to the valley shrouded in fog. | Credit: Anne Bonfert

“Sometimes it all gets a little too much, but you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up.” — Shawn Mendez

This is a writing prompt response to the Weeds & Wildflowers monthly challenge in January 2023. "Shrouded in fog" was inspired by Dennett.

Other submissions to the prompt so far:

Rhonda Marrone with “First Foggy Day

Louise Peacock with “Phantasmagorical Fog

Read more about foggy days around the world:

Join my email list here if you would like to read more photo essays or sign up for the Medium membership to receive unlimited access to my and other writers’ stories out here (I will receive a commission fee in return).

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