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On an unpredictable winter weekend, it’s safest to go on a gorge. It can be fog, cloud, cold, a gorge valley is always spectacular. Unfortunately, the better-known gorges around the capital were saturated to the brim with the excitement that boomed during the epidemic, but there is an attractive ravine valley next to the Ipoly, an hour and a half from Budapest by car. We’re going there now.
This is a very simple hike, which of course can be a bit complicated if you start from the top of the gorge. The lighter, basic grandmother’s version is therefore: by car across Nógrádszakál towards the country border, then 600-700 meters to the right after the settlement, on the dirt road, there is a small parking lot, almost at the mouth of the gorge. Get out, door slams, assembly straightens. The procession itself is only 300 meters and you reach the end point, where in a lucky (rainier) case a small waterfall rings. That’s it?
A little slower: an information board resting at the entrance to the valley gorge awaits the meritorious. From here, you’ll find yourself in the first, narrow, spectacular bend pretty quickly. The two walls of the gorge can be a fun reading book for a geologist.
Looking at the wall, time gates open: entering the first, we find ourselves in the age of prehistoric man, 10-20 thousand years ago. The 300-350-meter-long, zigzag valley, which narrows to 2-3 meters at some points, is beginning to be deepened at this time by flooding, flooding streams, which bring interesting things to the surface from an even older past.
Although the gorge is called the Paris Valley Gorge Valley, water is rarely seen (during rain, snowmelt) at the bottom of the riverbed. The name of the stream, on the other hand, is interesting, unfortunately I could not find a source of where it came from. It is safe to say that he is not alone in his name: in Transylvania, next to Oradea, there is another Paris stream. There is already something about your Transylvanian name: some of the city’s inhabitants used to be made up of French merchants, their memory is preserved by the Paris creek and Paris street.
There is also a wild romantic legend of the Oradea stream, which was described in the April 1859 issue of the magazine Lady Courier: according to this, Paris was an autumn, big-bearded, foreign scientist who moved to Oradea in Turkish times. Her beautiful daughter was abducted by a beggar who, while teasing her horse, fell into the flooded stream along with her fresh prey. Pair also jumped after them, but in the rolling price, they were all lost. Since then, the creek has been called Paris – at least in the 19th century. according to an article in the 19th century social life.
Probably also in Nógrád the name of a French brother is preserved by the good Palócs in the name of the stream. And if you have Palócok and Mikszáth: Palócföld is the center of the world, where of course everything is. There is Olympus – Karancs is called Palóc Olympus after Mikszáth – and there is also Grand Canyon. I already leave it to the reader’s imagination to figure out what they call Palóc Grand Canyon – probably based on a slightly sweat-smelling idea from a tourism expert .
Hiking data: The total length of the more adventurous hike is 3 kilometers, which is officially plenty of 1 hour at a medium pace, without rest (so there will be more). The level difference is a total of 120 meters. The walker is only a few hundred meters, very alert, with three children hanging around their necks for 30-40 minutes.
They walk even fewer on the more adventurous road. It starts from the center of the village, Palóc Street, towards the Church of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross on the hill, and then next to the building, following the green sign of the Northern Green Hiking Trail, further up the hills. In winter it is easier to follow the path cut into the dense bushy, in spring and summer, the machete is also available here. After 2-2.5 km, on the top of the hill, the road marked green + starts to the left, as far as you can see. It’s pretty hard to spot, not follow otherwise.
Once again: a detailed map of the hiking trail can be accessed by clicking here >>
We even lost it after a while, and I had to rely on GPS and then the emerging upper ditch valley. The ditch is deserted, similar to Salabasina described in the last recommendation . It is difficult to drive on stony, branched-bogged terrain. After a while, you reach the edge of the steep wall of the valley gorge of the Paris stream, from where the already better green + trail leads down – on a very slippery slope into the valley in muddy weather.
When, in the recent age, with the incision of the gorge, some of the preserved famumia came to the surface, its material erupted, squeezing out of its place. A hole remained in these places, which now opens like an opened, robbed coffin. To see only smaller such holes in the gorge, but according to the inscription, somewhere further afield, a larger tree trunk can officially be considered a cave (i.e., a cavity longer than two meters, capable of accommodating one person) left behind, a so-called woodcut cave.
If you are not interested in the natural geological exhibition, you can stare at least one hour on the dimensions, shapes and steep walls of the valley. In the summer, in good weather, more people are likely to visit this very secluded corner of the country, now, on a January weekend, maybe if dozens turn up here every day – at least we’ve experienced that.
The deepening valley cut reveals the world of an era 15-16 million years ago, when the deep but wide ditch was quite slowly filled with gravelly sediment by a meandering river. In the mausoleum of sediment deposited over millions of years, hardened tree trunks, animal bones-teeth, and clay composed of fine volcanic dust hide precise leaf prints from times when huge, crooked-tailed mastodons were still on the shore in giant maples, giant maples.
Slowly penetrating the valley gorge, interesting, cylindrical, deep holes can be seen in the rock wall. One of the boards corrects that these are not places of fallen pebbles or bird nests, but the remaining cavities of former tree trunks and twigs. The tree trunks were swept away by the river water, deposited along with the sediment millions of years ago. If the sediment surrounded the tree trunk relatively quickly, it shut it off from oxygen, thus preventing rot. Of course, becoming a famummy also required the tribes to be soaked in diatomaceous earth.