Returning to Bieszczady after so many years felt like revisiting an old friend—one that hadn’t changed much, but somehow still had new stories to tell. For my son, it was a first encounter, an introduction to a place where the world slows down and the mountains seem to stretch endlessly.
The journey through Bieszczady started with winding roads cutting through rolling hills, each turn revealing another layer of untouched wilderness. We followed trails that led to open ridges, watching as mist curled between peaks in the early morning light. The famous Połoniny rewarded us with views that made the climb worth every step.
Beskid Niski carried a different kind of charm—quieter, more secluded, with villages scattered between valleys that felt forgotten by time. Wooden churches stood as remnants of history, while the silence of the trails made every path feel like a discovery.
Camping along the way added to the experience, with evenings spent under starlit skies, tea in hand, sharing stories of the day’s adventure. In Cisna, the atmosphere at Camping Tramp made the nights even more special—fairy tale evenings for the little ones, live music drifting through the air, and the kind of warmth that turns strangers into friends. For my son, it was the start of something new. For me, it was a reminder of why this place had stayed with me all these years.
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