Shifting the perspective of joy

It feels like I'm walking forever. My legs are tired, my hips are ragged from the straps of my backpack, and I look west again, hoping the gloom of the dusk will come. The sunset is a long-awaited...

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One Night with the Crooked King

It’s early February, 10:25 pm, and we’re in the first quarter of the route to the summit of Kriváň — the Crooked King.

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