Everything changes if you like winter hikes. Above the line of dwarf pines, the mountain turns into rock and stone, and the wind begins. Finding the right path becomes less obvious. The wind can slow you down, bury the trail, and push temperatures dangerously low.

We love the Bieszczady for their space - and for the walks, in all conditions. In summer, when we greet the rising sun on the trail. In autumn, when colors flood the mountains and no photo could ever do it justice. But also in winter - especially then. When it’s hard to even get here. That’s when the mountains feel like they’re truly ours.