Tatras

there was a moment in slovakia when i was absolutely content.


germany is fine, and i have some small adventures, and i learn some things.
but i am always missing mountains.


the tatras form the border between slovakia and poland - part of the carpathians. peter wanted to climb a mountain, but i came too late in the season, and there is already lots of snow and avalanche danger. so we hiked something else, 13ish kilometers down a road and up a snowy slope to an amazing alpine lake. the ground was covered in ice and frost crystals and crunchy frozen moss (andrej said it looked like finnland). peter packed pastries. i ate wild blueberries off the bush, and they were frozen. we filled out waterbottle from a mountain stream. there was no path, but peter knows these mountains...



exactly what i needed.

new on my hypothetical do-before-i-die-list: go back to slovakia and climb the Kriváň.