Rychleb Mountains Part I, day three.

I can't sleep in the morning so I don't miss the sunrise this time. The bats are off duty. A flock of swallows replaced them. It just flew by. It circled and disappeared. Maybe all the insects were eliminated by the bats yesterday. Or they have a different menu. Even Cassiopeia is gone. The horizon is already red, it's high time to get out of the sleeping bag. The unique experience is enhanced by absolute silence and peace, which one is not entitled to at home.
On return…