I liked the Lusatian Mountains perhaps the most. At first I was distrustful of them, even ironic. What kind of mountains are they when they don´t even reach the level of the Bohemian-Moravian Highlands? But I soon understood that these are really real mountains, only on a reduced scale. Their peaks tower monumentally above the surrounding landscape, the slopes of the highest mountains are covered with stone rubble, rock formations emerge from the forests in many places, individual ridges are separated by deep valleys. And all of this is covered in beautiful forests, often still with original beech stands. I don´t know a more beautiful place than the Lusatian Mountains in autumn (Sovadina M., Jizerské a Lužické hory 6/1997).