Exploring the Hidden Gems of Montenegro: Black Mountain Blue Field Journey

Montenegro, a picturesque Balkan country nestled in the heart of Europe, often attracts visitors with its stunning coastal landscapes and historic cities. However, what many people fail to discover is the hidden gem known as the Black Mountain Blue Field. This journey takes you on an unforgettable adventure through one of Montenegro's most breathtaking natural wonders.

Unveiling the Enigma: Black Mountain Blue Field

Situated in the heart of the Prokletije mountain range, the Black Mountain Blue Field is a mesmerizing sight to behold. Its name originates from the contrast between the black cliffs and the blue wildflowers that cover the fields during the summer months. It truly is a natural masterpiece that captivates all who visit.

Getting There: An Excursion into the Unexplored

Embarking on a journey to the Black Mountain Blue Field requires a sense of adventure. The remote location ensures that you will be far away from the hustle and bustle of city life. The journey begins in the small town of Plav, located in the eastern part of Montenegro.

Black Mountain, Blue Field: A Journey Through Montenegro

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As you venture further into the Prokletije mountains, you'll be greeted by breathtaking scenery at every turn. The winding roads and narrow trails will make you feel like you're stepping back in time, away from the modern world. The journey itself is an incredible experience, allowing you to immerse yourself in nature and disconnect from the chaos of everyday life.

The Beauty of the Black Mountain Blue Field

Reaching the Black Mountain Blue Field is a reward in itself, but the true beauty lies in the natural wonders that await you. Picture a vast expanse of wildflowers spread across the fields, creating a surreal blue carpet against the contrasting black cliffs. This sight is nothing short of magical and will leave you in awe of Mother Nature's creations.

Exploring the field on foot allows you to fully appreciate its splendor. The gentle breeze carries the scent of the flowers, and the sound of birds chirping creates a symphony of nature. You may even encounter some rare species of flora and fauna that can only be found in this unique ecosystem.

The Rich History and Culture of Montenegro

While the Black Mountain Blue Field may be a natural wonder, it's essential not to disregard the rich history and culture of Montenegro. The country has a fascinating past, with influences from various civilizations throughout the centuries.

After your journey to the field, take the time to explore the nearby towns and cities. The medieval fortress of Rozafa, overlooking the city of Shkodra, is a sight not to be missed. The coastal town of Budva offers a glimpse into Montenegro's ancient past, with its well-preserved old town and Venetian-style architecture.

An Unforgettable Experience

Embarking on a journey to the Black Mountain Blue Field is an unforgettable experience that will stay with you for a lifetime. It's a chance to reconnect with nature, immerse yourself in a different culture, and marvel at the wonders of the world.

So, if you're seeking a unique and off-the-beaten-path adventure, Montenegro's Black Mountain Blue Field awaits. Prepare to be amazed, inspired, and forever changed by this hidden gem.

Black Mountain, Blue Field: A Journey Through Montenegro

by Trey Popp(Kindle Edition)

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“Have the Montenegrins not made enormous sacrifices to preserve their independence?” Rebecca West asked while traveling through the Balkans on the eve of World War II. “Greater than you can believe,” her Serbian companion answered. “They have sacrificed almost everything except their heroism ... They are as like the people of Homer as any race now living: they are brave, and beautiful, and vainglorious.”

My grandfather prized his Montenegrin origins above almost all else, reveling in the lore of ruggedness and liberty. Yet he had not been back to his ancestral homeland in thirty years. I wanted to take him there, for one last time, before it was too late for us to get to know each other.

A half-century chasm stretched between us. Grandad lived in Kansas. I shared a house with five random twenty-somethings in Berkeley, California. He was a World War II veteran who knew things like how many platoons constitute a battalion. I knew what to bring to a vegetarian potluck. His generation had been dubbed The Greatest while mine had been marked with the letter X.

I wanted to know whether our kinship had any power to transcend that gulf. Above that question loomed another. Grandad was a proud, insistent patriot. I was a hesitant one, and the "War on Terror" had amplified my doubt. Nine months before our journey, the September 11 attacks had ignited a blaze of American nationalism that was leading toward a war I opposed and he seemed to welcome. Nationalism had surged through Yugoslavia during the previous decade, and torn the country to shreds. So the question I most wanted to answer was whether the pride and meaning Grandad derived from his tribal and national allegiances merited any place in my life, too.

Our journey had more in store for us. Seeking friendship, we discovered lost relatives—and family secrets. Traveling through Montenegro and Serbia, we collided with uncomfortable insights about our own country. Moving through a landscape marked by NATO's 1999 bombing campaign and the after-effects of September 11, 2001—including, though it was under-appreciated at the time, the resurgence of ethno-nationalist politics on a global scale—we got a worm's-eye view of some the most daunting problems and paradoxes that have haunted this century so far. Lessons in the limits and legacy of American military intervention, even one that had spurred more self-congratulation than regret, trailed my every step. Conspiracy theories and suspicious cynicism—the spoils of Serbia’s defeat and tragic impediments to its revival—stood between me and every friendship I attempted to make. And the potent power of tribe—unifying, elevating, divisive, menacing, and indelible—hung inescapably over the two friendships I tried hardest to deepen.