Cottages, in the land and lost in time. The extremities. Rajnochovice.

You all know that ridge. On a bike, on cross-country skis. Or just a walk. Its beauty is subtle. No rock peaks, no breathtaking waterfalls or chasms. Only forests, meadows, undulating horizons. But anyone who has ever watched the sunset on Bludný will be coming back here forever.
From Troják to Lázy. Green tourist sign.
We were about five or six years old when my parents started taking me and my brother cross-country skiing. On…