Christmas, 2014, was an unusual Christmas for me. I had no family to celebrate with, and I was in the process of making new friends here in Colorado. My fellow co-workers and I decided to get together for a Christmas breakfast in the only place open, Ihop. Yes, Ihop. I'm not a fan of pancakes...Read more
There was a knock on the door at 6:00 a.m. It was pouring rain, a decision was made that we would catch the bus to Domodossola instead of making the hike in the rain. It wouldn't be fun having to travel back to the states with wet gear. I had the window over my bed open...Read more
The next morning, I was up at dawn, forgetting I was in the valley of the mountains and it would be quite some time before the little church was illuminated with the mornings golden light. We decided to take the bus down to Ponte, Italy, and start our trek from there. 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.