Caught somewhere between fairy tale and reality, Plitvice lakes were like something out of a long forgotten dream. Turquoise water fell from ledges of pure crystal white. The snow covered paths where people had walked, had been compacted into a frozen marble. The air was crisp and clear. I could almost imagine fairies dancing around the paths that wind between and over the many waterfalls. The whole valley was quiet, not a soul around, only the rush of the water. The evening light played on the lakes, with hues of pink and orange as it creeped it's way through the mountains. We stayed and took in the last glimpses of light on the water. A steep ice coated path made an irresistible slide as we made our way back down to the river. I could have stayed all night to watch the sun rise light the place up again, but a warning of bears wasn't to be taken lightly. We locked ourselves safely back in the van and lit the stove. It may be snow covered outside, but we'd be warm and cozy in the home van.