06/10/2025
This is a land of steep cliffs and shifting skies. A place where each trace is a gift. Where the animals know you long before you notice them. I live with the isards. I sleep in the forest. I hang from the trees. I plunge into frozen water. My body adapts. My senses sharpen. I become part of the landscape.
I’ve been walking this path for years, slowly, silently, with patience. And now, for the first time, I’ve found it.
A sign.
A trace.
A bear’s den, hidden at 2600 meters above sea level.
A sacred place where the earth still holds the memory of his breath.
This is only the beginning.
But the bear is close.
And so am I.
