The beginning
It all started a long time ago, when at the age of 9 I went to the Carpathians with my parents for the first time. We climbed two small peaks - Velikiy Verkh and Stoy, 1500-1600 meters high. I can't say that I liked the mountains very much at that time, as the weather was rainy and changeable. I was small, dragging this huge backpack, fir-trees were hitting me in the face with their branches and, of course, I didn't get much pleasure from it. Especially when you consider that at the same time all the kids were just playing soccer. So I made up all sorts of excuses, but my parents still dragged me along on hikes 3-4 times a year. So I grew up, got involved and eventually began to realize that the greatest emotions are given by those hikes in which something went wrong. After all, it is about such hikes that you will tell your friends later.