Not all who wander are lost.

Early sunday morning.

Lone fox lurking around.

And of course some of my precious moments before great decent

Wiew on top of my practise hill, that later turned out to be a roof of an old soviet punker. i made a cros- country training course ower and through old runing trenches. Overall decent time about a minut and a half. Top speed - neck breaking. 

and here is my smiling face befoe i heard a cracking sonud near my neck

hey im still fine!