It’s 2016, I just spent three months in Alaska and let alone everything else that happened, the dates 5th to 8th of May 2016 shall be forever remembered as my four-day odyssey through this crazy adventure that my boyfriend Mirek came up with – hiking the Stampede Trail in Denali before we fly back to Czech Republic, and visiting the Magic Bus 142 where Chris McCandless (aka Alexander Supertramp) was found dead in 1992.

It was Mirek’s dream, not mine, but I could understand why it appealed to him so much, and I also knew it might be our only chance to do it because we might never get back to Alaska. That itself wasn’t a good reason for me to do it, but I soon realized that no matter what, he was not going to let the idea go, he was going to fight for it and make it happen, so when we fought over it and he gave me the choice not to go and to stay in a hotel, I knew that wasn’t really an option. I wouldn’t let him go alone because him walking the trail alone was even crazier idea than the two of us doing it together. So it was going to happen. We were going.