Columnar rocks and ridges

 
After walking through the remarkable Pustý žleb, my feet stumbled in the terrible heat in sight of the village of Sloup. Apart from the sight of my wife, I - thirsty as a camel - was mainly pleased by the "oasis", which in our regions does not look like a grove of date trees with a trickle of spring water, but a restaurant.
This one belonged to the Břousek hotel.
 
After putting the beer in the hump, I then set off with Jana towards the Słupsk landmark, which...