We got a late start and ended up walking the entire day sans food, till our host served us dinner at 7:45. PM.
Abt an hour away from our destination the temps dropped maybe 10 degrees, the skies opened and torrents of rain fell and I had no time to get out my rain gear. I was cold, wet, hungry and moving slowly.
I heard a voice from heaven. “Bill. Is that you? I thought you were Noah with that beard and all.” I wasn’t amused.
I’ve taken to letting the accommodations I find dictate how far I walk the next day. With the help of my hosts, I can largely but not always find smth in the FFVF booklet of accommodations.
Early on I’ve walked way too many days over 30, 40, even 50km. I’ve learned I can do that but I don’t want to anymore.
With the delayed opening of the Pass, I don’t want to get there too early, for sure. June 1 is the day the Alps usually open. Heavy snow and now the word is as late as June 15.
Stay the course. If it were easy, everyone would do it. I keep plugging.
Another 17-18 mile (25km) day today. But Google never gets it right and always underestimates the distance. Why not surprise me with ‘Hah. You got here sooner than you thought.” Never happens.
