I lived for seven years at the foot of Babia Góra and never once climbed it. Well, not to the top. I tried at least twice, but once — here come the excuses — my friend and I turned back because it was too close to dark to continue, and the second time, I’d already injured my knee and decided not to risk it as it had already started to pain me on the ascent.

So now my eight-year-old daughter has outdone me: she made it to the top, with, according to K, relatively little complaining about how tired she was. (In my defense, I will point out that neither of my attempts were on this nice tourist trail that begins on the eastern side of the mountain but a more raw trail right up the southern face.)

As for the two boys who didn’t even initially want to go — they made it to the summit about forty minutes before everyone else.

As usual, you can click on the image for a larger view.