Day 3. The hike to Jahnaci Štít, Tatra Mountains.
A while back in Slovakia, I set out to climb a peak a day in the Tatras. By day three, my body was wrecked. Legs barking for mercy. Mind whispering excuses. And then came Jahnaci Štít. Not the hardest trail out there, but the third one in a row.
That’s what made it brutal.
I pushed. I cursed. I kept climbing.
When I reached the top, it felt less like conquering a mountain and more like conquering myself.
The shot? I left it in black and white. Because sometimes the story’s stronger when you strip away the color.