I love mountains indeed. Latvia is pretty flat, but I grew fascinated by mountains in Norway. Always found their tales of mountains being sleeping trolls fascinating and therefore also have great respect for them. Almost like to a living, breathing being, you know? Climbing in a group is a very fun experience as there is at least your pack that you know will take care of you in case of trouble. When I hiked the mountain in Northern Ireland last year, I was on my own most of the journey with couple of people I met who passed by me then and there. I talked to the mountain a lot xD I must sound crazy, but I just wanted to be respectful to it and for it to be merciful to me and my climb. Half way up I found myself in very thick fog and it was quite scary as I was worried of how I would get back down, but luckily it cleared enough when I headed back.

The mind is the tricky part and this year has been really hard for me to process as it appears the world has gone a bit mad. Trying my best not to follow in its footsteps xD