Description
A circular trail through the wild beauty of the Ore Mountains – with stops at forest bistros and an underground visit to the Mauritius mine.
Somewhere between the birch trees, where the ground breathes history, our journey begins at Červená jáma – the largest mining sinkhole in the Czech Republic, formed by the collapse of old tunnels in 1890. Nearby stands a storybook wooden cottage, built on the site of an old inn that welcomed hikers as early as the 19th century. Locals say the innkeeper swore by blueberry dumplings with mushroom sauce – “the best reward after a good mountain climb.”
We’ll walk through meadows and birch groves, take a short break at the Spáleniště shelter, and soak up the peaceful atmosphere of a mountain clearing where St. John’s wort blooms and wild blueberries scent the air.
But the real adventure lies ahead. Mauritius Mine, the largest historical tin mine in the Czech Ore Mountains and a National Cultural Monument, is waiting. It lies within the UNESCO Erzgebirge/Krušnohoří Mining Cultural Landscape, a region with over 800 years of mining heritage. Wearing a helmet and headlamp, we’ll enter the Kryštof tunnel, first opened in 1545. Down here, in the cool darkness, you can feel the weight of history in every echo and drop of water.
Back on the surface, we’ll sit down to a rustic lunch at the forest bistro Maringotka, overlooking the hills with your boots in the grass. Simple, honest food from local ingredients, prepared by Vašek, our warm-hearted host – a man who knows the mountains as well as he knows how to make a great stew.
We’ll also pass by the abandoned Cold War radar station, a forgotten outpost from a communist time when the Czechoslovak border guards watched the West from these very mountains. From there, we’ll hike up to Bludná Peak, where sweeping views stretch across to Klínovec, the German ridges, and, on a clear day, even as far as the Central Bohemian Highlands.
By the end of the day, we’ll return to Červená jáma – with new stories to tell, a mind refreshed by the mountains, and a belly full of fresh-air cooking. Because not everything good happens in the city. And certainly not indoors.
















