Cold roads, clear mind? Driving through the Semenic Mountains in winter feels like slipping into a forgotten chapter of Romania, one written in frost and pine resin. The forest stands immobilized, every fir tree lacquered in snow, the road cutting forward like a quiet confession. This is Banat at its most severe and most honest, no postcard smiles, no staged charm, just winter doing what winter has always done here. The Semenic plateau rises past 1400 meters, a high table where storms gather mom