You already know how everything started from the Prologue. Well, I spent the colder seasons on the slopes of the Alps or, if possible, of the Dolomites. Summer months passed quickly on touring tracks of the same mountains. My activities varied from driving, guiding or , what was the best but the most demanding, doing both at the same time. I like changes so I usually welcomed days when I was asked to help in the kitchen or when I took my nice clients´ kids skiing just for the fun of it (later, as a father, I realized the advantages of someone else teaching sport to my own child). Those were the wonderful years! Being more experienced, I got an offer to guide three-week long tours in national parks in the US. That was a challenge! Meanwhile, I also managed to graduate. However, that was the end of quite a carefree student life as I was to realize soon. Actually, there was another half a year of touring-working-doing a sport track in the east. You can read about this journey in a booklet published by my friend (who I am very grateful to for doing so) after reading a samizdat family print.
   Few years passed, there is another millennium but I think mountains do not change, as well as people who still track them. I suppose this is how it should be...  

 

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