The sound of footsteps woke me up; it was early morning, dawn had not broken. I couldn't see who/what it was as I had the tarp over the hammock to shield me from the nights' rain. I lay motionless. I could feel my knife on my right hip, my can of wasp spray above my...Read more
Bannack Bench Road north dead-ends into Hwy 278. I turned left onto Hwy 278 and continued north through the small town of Jackson onto Wisdom, MT, where I turned left, again, onto Hwy 43. I followed Hwy 43, heading northwest. I hadn't a clue where I was going to pitch my tent or hang my...Read more
The morning found me sleep deprived, but I was getting use to it. The anticipation and excitement of the days adventure, and the sheer beauty of every mile is what got me out of bed each morning. I didn't know what the day would hold, but I knew we would be crossing back into Italy.
Tuesday, July 28, was to be a layover day, a down day. The hike over Grimselpass was long and a little tough, we needed a day to re-energize. The village of Ulrichen was a perfect place for us to do just that. We arrived in...Read more