My first hike - Jeseníky Mountains

   Today, I sometimes can't remember what I had for dinner the day before yesterday, but I remember my first "crap" perfectly. I was 17 years old at the time, I was in the last - (and most terrible phase) - of puberty, and I and my equally disabled classmates agreed on a weekly trip to the Jeseníky Mountains. I thought that dad wouldn't want to let us go, but the opposite was true: my dad was bitten...