Everything was white. The snow was thick and the wind was picking up. I was concentrating on each step, hiking up Poland’s highest mountain in freezing temperatures. A few feet ahead of me was Wim Hof. We had been chatting on the way up, but now he was leaping ahead, singing as he went.

cold talesNiall O MurchuJanuary 29, 2018wim hof, snow, mountain, focus