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.
Water … where is water … ?
Not sure if the house is introducing itself or insulting me …
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.
One has to see a place called Devil’s Golf course, eh ?
That night we camped at a campsite in Furnace Creek town – a small oasis of civilization, with a few … More
As we were approaching the Death Valley late in the evening, the road disappeared in an intense sand storm. Quite … More
Stormy weather is the best for running I get running cravings and I get them often. If I don’t run … More
One does not choose her conquest.
And there, thousand miles away from my blender,
My conquest chose me.
The time has come for pilgrimage through some legendary US climbing (and running, MTB and skiing) locations. I packed everything … More