I wouldn't be surprised if today's stage was the most beautiful of the entire hike. It's eight in the morning, the sky is as blue as it should be, the lake is rippling in the morning wind, what more could you ask for from an ordinary Saturday. The evening low disappeared after many hours of deep sleep. And …
Alpine Panorama Trail – Leaving the Mountains
Three in the morning at the hotel window. Pitch black night. The contours of the trees are absorbed by an impenetrable blackness. Not a sound, not a single one. No owl calls in the distance, no wind whistles through the leaves, no raindrops hit the roof, absolutely nothing. Somehow beautiful and irritating at the same time. This reminds me of one of the famous novels...