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Siapi
By Artur Ciesielski | Places
Siapi = a light drizzle of a rain in Polish.
It rained all night. The ground is wet, everything is wet, succulent and fresh, including the air. I took this opportunity of freshness to hit the trails.
As I hiked into the mountains I saw only the trail in front of me, the peaks were all covered in clouds and the distance was obscured by the wet air.
The rocks slippery.
There was no one on the parking lot: not one car, except for mine and the trail too were devoid of anyone, but the remains of the few who did get out to enjoy the same as I. This evidence is deep gauges, made by shoes, in the soft spots and wheel tracks as the mountains bikes rolled by spraying up dirt with their thick knobby tires.
I ran, I walked and took a few photos and many lungs full of fresh air.
