Book - Stroll

The young man was like someone taking a morning stroll in the mountains behind his home. Even with 40 kilograms of luggage on his back, he walked faster than anyone else, maintaining a steady and unhurried pace and breathing naturally. The heavy load only pressed a few drops of sweat out of his forehead.

"Take your time, no need to rush. Even we find this section of the trail tough," he said. I could instantly see through his gentle words, meant to encourage without hurting anyone's pride. "Bullshit, that's the biggest lie I've ever heard, ha."

"Go ahead, it's fine here. I'd like to see what the mountains look like from the sky as well."

Someone who had spent half his life walking these mountains wanted to see the familiar snowy peaks from a different angle. I launched the drone into the sky surrounded by snow mountains, entering the domain reserved for eagles. The low temperatures and high altitude quickly drained its battery. Back at the mountain hut, we reviewed the footage we had captured—not much, but it was beautiful.

"How much does a drone like this cost? I hope I can buy one someday," he said.