Snow is melting in a pot above the crackling fire; the clouds stretch deep into the labyrinth of peaks. Why do these peaks beckon us so?
Perhaps it is in the way they challenge us, and in that challenge, reflect what it means to be truly alive. Slowly, I slice through bread with my Swiss Army knife. As the dark fades into the mountain flanks, I tuck into a sleeping bag only to awaken and wander into a landscape that never fails to leave me breathless. Beginning of June I went on my first mountaineering tour.
I’d like to share a slice of that world with you.
