For true mountain people, the stay at the Observatory was undoubtedly fascinating. Everywhere as far as the horizon, the ridge loomed beyond the ridge, the peak beyond the peak. The great valleys of both Cheremoshes wound for dozens of kilometers under the slopes of Kopilash, and the distant Hniteza and Perkalab. At the southern foot the Balzatul lake gleamed, and in the depths the Tisza valley opened. Sunrises turned pink on the crags of Ineula, the guardian of the Rodnia Mountains, and to the west the vast ridges of Pietros glowed, all covered in snow.
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