Above my hometown, there is a peak called Libin. On a perfectly clear day, you can to see the Alps. I spent my childhood hiking, running, and skiing up to the peak, looking for that perfect clear sky and view.
I grew up in a small town in the southwest corner of Czechoslovakia called Prachatice. At the time I was born, the country was ruled by a communist regime and would be for another 12 years, limiting the freedom to live life to its fullest. As a child growing up in Eastern Europe, I didn’t know much about what was beyond the borders and why we couldn’t go there. We accepted what was going on and went on with our lives. As kids we had it pretty good. Most parents worked for the government and had a pretty set schedule; this allowed them time to hang out with their kids or volunteer at local clubs. I was part of many athletic clubs. We had skis, bikes, hills, adventure-minded coaches, and time to play after school and all summer long. I spent my early years exploring the outdoors with some great people while learning to appreciate everything about it.