As I stepped out of the plane, I plunged into dense humid tropical and somewhat salty air. My soft-shell pants and a layer of merino suddenly felt like tools of torture. I quickly made my way through roofless, windowless Honolulu airport and crowds of floral-pattern dressed people to catch my flight to Kona on the Big Hawaii island.
Alone in the Mojave desert
Water … where is water … ?
Not sure if the house is introducing itself or insulting me …
Death Valley – Dante’s view & Star Wars
I didn’t expect anything like this. The peace and silence I kept on feeling throughout the days I spent in the Death Valley was even more present in the darkness of the peak. The air was still and, when all the people finally departed, I felt as if I was alone suspended in the air. I was there – above the rugged other-worldly lines, immersed in cool night’s air, overlooking the silvery lines of the salty flats and lonely roads.
Death Valley Flats
One has to see a place called Devil’s Golf course, eh ?
Death Valley glow – meeting sunrise at Zabriskie Point
That night we camped at a campsite in Furnace Creek town – a small oasis of civilization, with a few … More
Roads of the Death Valley
As we were approaching the Death Valley late in the evening, the road disappeared in an intense sand storm. Quite … More
Laidback Bishop – Part III
Stormy weather is the best for running I get running cravings and I get them often. If I don’t run … More
Ode to Slopes
One does not choose her conquest.
And there, thousand miles away from my blender,
My conquest chose me.
On the Road Again – Beginning of the US tour
The time has come for pilgrimage through some legendary US climbing (and running, MTB and skiing) locations. I packed everything … More