When I fly, the altitude becomes relative. When I hike, I am much more aware of it. I have to strain myself for every feet. When I fly in rising air, feet simply accumulate. It is not uncommon to gain a floor of height in every second, sometimes even two and more. Mountains suddenly become childishly low. It took me one hour to fly from Kranjska Gora to Triglav. From a mile lower, ten miles distant and separated by many 6000 ft. mountains – Grpiška mountain. – Miha, Miha, do we hear each other? And all that using only 30 pounds of cloth. When I fly across the peaks, I repeatedly forget, how small we actuall are. The nature is unbelievable, it is worth of apprehensiveness… Their charms always tempt me. But this day was special. It was only a wish for three years, but it came. When people applaud you from the peak of the highest mountain – the symbol of your country and you fly above them with the greatest ease and climb towards the clouds, the experience of feelings becomes unique, strong and indescribable… – West wind. The day was not the calmest. Strong and at height a bit thorn apart thermals. Rocks and valley winds down below. Something usual for Julian Alps. I had also a new glider, which I was not used to it yet. The flight was not an everyday one, but my goal was achieved… Triglav! Huuh, duuuuude!