Day 184: Tutto Posto

Croce di Geppe to Passo del Giogo

Distance: 35km


A freezing cold night. But after eating a lot of food yesterday and wearing everything I have, I wasn't feeling especially cold. In fact I had such a wonderfully deep sleep. A rare thing when camping.


Getting out of my sleeping bag and especially packing the dripping wet tent is a different story. Highly unpleasant as my fingers are getting numb. Anyway, eventually I am on my way. Similar to yesterday, trail wise. But unlike yesterday, I feel highly motivated. At least mentally. Physically, well not so much. My body needs some rest. 


My last day on E1 this year. From the German-Danish border well into Italy. While walking, memories keep crossing my mind. Many wonderful places, encouters. It has not always been a walk in the park though. Especially during the last part across Northern Italy, I was struggling finding my motivation at times. 

Time flies and after 10 final, surprisingly demanding kilometers, I reach Passo del Giogo - the end. For now at least. How do I feel you might wonder? Emotionless, really. I guess I am just tired, the sun already low on the horizon. The emotions probably will follow later. As it's getting cold, I quickly continue for another kilometer up Monte Altuzzo, where I am planning to camp - and it is a lovely site to camp. A flat, grassy top and fantastic views. A worthy place for my last night.

As I watch the sun slowly disappearing while eating my porridge with an extra serving of chocolate (somehow I have to celebrate, don't I?), the nice feeling of satisfaction overcomes me. Tutto posto - all good! 

Morning mood
Morning mood
Deserted places like this is something I will remember of my hike across Northern Italy
Deserted places like this is something I will remember of my hike across Northern Italy
This road certainly isn't getting too much attention
This road certainly isn't getting too much attention
WW2 memorial on Passo Futa: More than 30'000 German soldiers are buried here
WW2 memorial on Passo Futa: More than 30'000 German soldiers are buried here
Some nice views every now and then
Some nice views every now and then
Creepy, yet fascinating
Creepy, yet fascinating
Passo del Giogo!
Passo del Giogo!
I made it
I made it
Lovely campspot
Lovely campspot
And a wonderful sunset to end this dsy
And a wonderful sunset to end this dsy
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Day 183: Ready To Call It A Thru-hiking Year

Pracchia to Croce di Geppe

Distance: 35km


A single stag kept roaring throughout the night. Yet, overall I got quite a descent sleep.


There's really not much to write about the trail today. Plenty of 4WD and ATV tracks in the first half of the day, proper hiking trails with more Ups and downs than in the morning. Most of the hike is in the forest. Only the last bit leading over a rocky slope, offers some decent views. It's also where I pitch my tent. In fact, I even go a bit off track until I find something that pleases me.


After the last couple of days, which have been a bit like fireworks, today, in contrast, has been a pretty down-to-earth day. Also my body feels like a deflated balloon. No energy left. I felt it especially during the climbs. It was hard work. 

So it fits nicely that, two weeks ago, I made the decision that tomorrow Thursday (maybe Friday if I am too slow) should be my last day on the trail this year.  183 days so far on E1 all together. Hald a year. However, there are other things in life than hiking. In fact I will meet up with a friend in Firenze and do a bit of sightseeing and other stuff that I

missed out on the trail. Like eating my first Gelato in Italy. I know, unbelievable. Isn't it.


But let's not get carried away. Tomorrow's another day. And it's a tough one. 


Very limited views for most of the day
Very limited views for most of the day
No more mountains but trees instead
No more mountains but trees instead
The fountain of Pluto. One of the few springs that actually still have water. Good for me. I will have a warm dinner tonight.
The fountain of Pluto. One of the few springs that actually still have water. Good for me. I will have a warm dinner tonight.
Some views at last
Some views at last
Happy with my spot
Happy with my spot
See you tomorrow
See you tomorrow
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Day 182: Libro Aperto - The Open Book

Picnic Area Abetone to Pracchia

Distance: 25km


Despite being rather anxious about today's demanding hike, my sleep was deep and long. No wind, not cold, dry and a flat surface. Perfect condition for a good night's sleep.


Libro Aperto - the name of the first of many mountains I will climb today. It is a steep, long climb. But so early in the morning and with well rested legs, the progress is good. Libro Aperto means the "open book". Apparently, because it looks like an open book. Whatever that means. While climbing I try figuring it out. But it seems I am lacking the imagination. All I see are some horses grazing at the very top. They look wild, without any tags or other markings. It's still too early for a break and I want to keep on going anyway, so that's what I am doing. Down on the other side. It's steep, dangerously steep down over a 5 meter vertical drop. I have to go down backwards because of my backpack. I'd consider this the most difficult part of any thru-hike I have done so far. With legs as rubber I continue once I master the challenge. But the direction seems odd, I check the GPS that saves the day and tells me I missed a V-turn on top of Libro Aperto. So that hole climbing stint was for nothing. Stupid. Annoying. At least I can avoid it and skirt below the summit as I head back to the right side of the peak.


Back on track I follow a ridge for three hours. It's a spectacular walk. Some technical demanding parts but I never feel outside of my comfort zone. The views are fantastic and I would consider this stretch as another of E1. Right up there with some of my favorite stretches in Norway and Northern Sweden. And that means something!


And then there's the weather. It's incredible, how lucky I have been with the weather so far. Since starting E1 two years ago, the weather God has been very kind with me. No exception today. 


Eventually, I leave the ridge and the trails are getting busier. I meet three lovely ladies from Bologna. Together, we chat and walk for 30 minutes before I start my long descent to Pracchia. As I get closer to the treeline, I start feeling a bit melancholic. After three wonderful days in a surprisingly spectacular, mountainous part of the Apennin (I was extremely surprised by how beautiful these mountains are - and I say this as a Swiss, who is spoiled by the Alps) , the trail takes me into the forest again. Gone are the sweeping views, the lovely mountain trails. Did I enjoy the views enough? Did I make the most out of my time on these mountains? I sit down, soak up the scenery for one last time. I look back at what I have achieved today. And now, finally, I think I recognize Libro Aperto! 


As the show must go on, it's then back into the forest. My plan: to camp somewhere before reaching Pracchia. I gamble, ignoring several good spots hoping to find something closer to the village. But there is nothing. I loose. So I continue through the depressing village, feeling exhausted. And there's nothing suitable to camp in sight. Unti the road I am following suddenly stops because of a landslide that must have happened years ago. Luckily there's a narrow path and after the path a flat spot. Directly on the road - thru-hiking style. Perfectly fine to pitch my tent. There's definitely no risk of getting hit by a car. 


On the way to Libro Aperto
On the way to Libro Aperto
High altitude horses
High altitude horses
The view from Libro Aperto
The view from Libro Aperto
The ridge that I am following. The path visible on the left slope.
The ridge that I am following. The path visible on the left slope.
Some technical demanding stretches
Some technical demanding stretches
As I make progress, the ridge flattens. Going is easier.
As I make progress, the ridge flattens. Going is easier.
Until the ridge is slowly fading away
Until the ridge is slowly fading away
E1... Never fails to impress
E1... Never fails to impress
A different view
A different view
A last look over the Apennin. At least for now.
A last look over the Apennin. At least for now.
The Open Book. Maybe... I'll let you decide.
The Open Book. Maybe... I'll let you decide.
Camping on the road. Thru-hiking style.
Camping on the road. Thru-hiking style.
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Day 181: Keeping On Going

Bocca di Massa to Picnic Area near Abetone

Distance: 35km


The wind was challenging my tent tonight.  Gusty, from all directions. Sleep? Hardly. At least the wind helped against low temperatures. 

Yet, I am surprised how well my tent was holding up against the wind. Surprised I am as well that I find myself surrounded by fog when I am struggling to pack my tent in the gusty wind.


The clouds soon lift and lead to some wonderful morning light effects. It's fast progress. Up and down, yes, but generally on better tracks than yesterday and not as steep. There is a bit of an airy, exposed ridge walk but other than that straight forward. However, as the clouds increase, I skip Monte Rondenaio. This allows me to reach Abetone today, do resupply and tackle the last mountainous section this year straight away tomorrow. My legs, especially my knees, feel the many vertical meters of the last couple of days. They are not hurting, yet they are getting tired. Still, I am in a good flow at the moment and I feel like keeping on going. Maybe I should take it slower but it's easier said than done. 


After the scenic but windy camp spot yesterday, today's spot is perfectly sheltered, flat and even has a water source. Hopefully, I get some good sleep in order to be fit for the demanding stretch tomorrow. 

Morning mood
Morning mood
Mystic forest
Mystic forest
Sky on fire
Sky on fire
Sun in the morning
Sun in the morning
Clouds later in the day
Clouds later in the day
Lovely little food market
Lovely little food market
Hoping for a good night's sleep
Hoping for a good night's sleep
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Day 180: Up High

Bivacco I Ghiaccioni to Bocca di Massa

Distance: 25km


Dinner was finally served at 22:30 (it was well worth the wait). After two glasses of red wine and some strong liquor, I finally made myself comfortable on the bench, were I fell asleep rather quickly.


5 hours of walking, less than 10 kilometers covered. The trails this morning rough and steep, the progress painfully slow.

Especially the climb up to Monte Nuda is so steep I have to stop several times. I use the breaks to pick blueberries, which there are millions of.


After Monte Nuda, the trail and scenery changes. For the better. Much smother, faster tracks and the view... Exquisite. It gets better every day. Again, the air is crisp and clear. I can see all the way to Piz Bernina, home, on the other side of Milan. Quite crazy and a bit emotional.


Thanks to the fast track, Monte Prado, with more than 2000 meters the highest mountain so far in Italy, is reached earlier than expected. As the wind picked up again on the climb, I don't spend too much time up there but rather head down, looking for a spot to pitch my tent. Not easy as there's hardly a spot without wind. Eventually though, I find a lovely spot, still in the sun, not too windy and with a great view. I decide to call it a day. My legs are toast. The last two days have been demanding.


I prepare myself for a cold night. Temperatures just above the freezing point are awaiting me. As I only have my thin sleeping bag, I put on most of the clothes I carry with me. Hoping but not expecting they will keep me warm. 

First pass
First pass
Frozen blueberries
Frozen blueberries
These views
These views
Hills and mountains
Hills and mountains
Wonderful hiking
Wonderful hiking
But not always easy
But not always easy
The view towards Switzerland
The view towards Switzerland
Blueberries...
Blueberries...
High altitude horses
High altitude horses
Highest point on E1 Italy so far
Highest point on E1 Italy so far
Camping with a view
Camping with a view
...
...
Good night
Good night
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Day 179: What A Ride

Passo della Cisa to Bivacco I Ghiaccioni

Distance: 30km


Same bus, same driver. But he nearly misses me standing there at the stop in the dark. I wave like a maniac and luckily he finally notices me as he is directly abeam.


At 07:00 sharp, he arrives at Passo Della Cisa and wishes me "Buon Camino" - happy trail.

The weather is surprisingly okay. No wind, no rain as I start into my hiking day. It feels good to be back on track.

Soon enough, the weather changes. First from okay to bad with gale force winds then from bad to worse when rain joins the party. As I climb higher, I start getting uncomfortably cold, I push hard on order to stay warm. Yet, slowly but surely I start worrying about hypothermia once I become completely soaked. Oh the misery. Not often have I suffered like this on E1. I say to myself  "keep moving and everything will be alright" 

At around noon, I approach the ridge, the highlight of the day. However, the wind blows me right back down. It would be plain stupid to continue. So I retreat, follow a shitty but sheltered trail parallel to the ridge. It's where, out of nowhere and only the way it can happen in the mountains, blue sky appears above me. Magical! I take the next link up to the ridge. Still windy as shit but with the sun bearable. With parts of the mountains still covered in clouds, the mood is mystic. Once these remaining clouds evaporate, the views are becoming fantastic and slowly my clothes start drying. The storms must have cleaned the air. Even Corsica's mountains are visible.


Walking the ridge is a big highlight on E1. Despite the wind I thoroughly enjoy this exquisite hike. Demanding but rewarding. Amazing how close misery and happiness can be.


As all good things come to an end, so does the ridge walk. The rest of the day is pretty mediocre on very rough trails. No views, slow progress. My feet tired. More than once I hit roots and rocks. A sign that it's time to finish the hike. After a last crazily steep descent, I reach the hut, that I eyed to spend the night in. After such a day I don't feel like pitching my tent. Being weekend it's full, as expected. But I find a spot on the floor. Good enough.


The fire is going and the four Italian keep on talking about food while they are cooking their dinner (which takes hours. It's now 22:00 and they are still cooking. So Italian). Even though I understand just a fraction it's quite interesting to listen to their conversation. I'm curious how their meal turns out. 

The clouds are lifting
The clouds are lifting
Apennin
Apennin
A highlight of E1
A highlight of E1
It is still windy
It is still windy
The view towards La Spezia
The view towards La Spezia
Lovely ridge ahead
Lovely ridge ahead
Let's tackle it!
Let's tackle it!
The hut
The hut
4 Italians discussing food
4 Italians discussing food
It sure is tasty
It sure is tasty
Let's tackle it
Let's tackle it
Good night!
Good night!
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Day 178: Zero Day 2 Pontremoli / Riomaggiore

Second rest day with a side trip to the Cinque Terre region at the Mediterranean. After a good night's sleep, I board a delayed train to La Spezia and on to Riomaggiore. The second train is awfully busy and so is Riomaggiore. It's crawling with tourists but then again, it's a charming little seaside village indeed.


Eventually, I make my way back to Pontremoli. I'm feeling a bit restless. The next stretch on E1 is going to be mountainous, technically challenging as I am heading deeper into the Apennin. Exciting but I also have a lot of respect for this section, especially with the changeable weather that is expecting me. 

All heading for the Cinque Terre region
All heading for the Cinque Terre region
But it's well worth it
But it's well worth it
Relaxing at the beach. No swimming though.
Relaxing at the beach. No swimming though.
But good food
But good food
The train station
The train station
Back to Pontremoli
Back to Pontremoli
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Day 177: Zero Day 1 Pontremoli

Seven sharp the bus emerges from the mist. Somehow I doubted it would but luckily I was wrong.


I'm the only passenger all the way to Pontremoli, a lovely medieval village.

As it is pouring I head straight for a cafe. Then at 10:00 I am able to check into my airbnb room, which has everything I need. Internet, plenty of power outlets and a bed.


The rest of the day: sightseeing, resupplying and eating. It continues to bucketting down with the occasional thunder in between. I feel relieved not being up in the mountains. Tomorrow, on my second zero day, I'll head to Riomaggiore in Cinque Terre for a day trip before resuming the trail on Saturday. 


Me, right in the middle
Me, right in the middle
Exploring the town
Exploring the town
I love it
I love it
Rain vs Sun (a brief moment of sunshine on my way back from resupply)
Rain vs Sun (a brief moment of sunshine on my way back from resupply)
Il Centro
Il Centro
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Day 176: Wind Of Change

Passo del Lupo to Passo della Cisa

Distance: 35km


At precisely midnight, wind gusts started hitting my tent and the trees behind. Not that I was worried it might damage my tent but they robbed my precious sleep. Windy nights in a tent is never fun for me.


Anyway, also a sleepless night eventually is over and I set off into a damp, foggy and windy morning. It's the first day since the Black Forest that I have a wet hiking day. Crazy how lucky I have been so far on E1 weather wise! 


Inside the beech forest it's dark and my headlamp helps quite a bit. Still, navigating is tricky: the poor visibility makes the markers hard to spot, the leaves on the ground hiding the trail. It takes some effort not to get off track.

Eventually, I pass Zum Zeri, a mini ski field. Even though, it looks like a scene from a horror movie, it's a welcome change. From then on it's mostly along forestry tracks. I don't mind as it needs way less concentration. Still, parts of these tracks are in terrible shape and hard to walk. So not as easy as I initially thought. One short, airy ridge walk, which pops out of the blue, makes a nice exception. Shame there's zero visibility. Then it's back into the forest mostly all the way to Passo della Cisa, the wind staying with me all the way. Especially the last bit is zigzagging without a reason. Tiring, unnecessary after a long day.

As I approach the pass, I look for a place to pitch the tent. Not easy in the wind. Then I spot a little hut with the light on. It says "Capanna Twin" on it. There's a French girl there and I ask her if one can just stay here. Apparently one can, just leave a 20 Euro bill on the table. Electricity, a shower and... Sheltered from the nasty weather. A great deal.


It's only a short 2 minutes walk from the bus stop, where I will catch the bus to Pontremoli for two Zero Days. Firstly, I need to resupply, secondly my legs need a break and thirdly, with the unfavorable weather forecast for the next two days and the scenic stretch up ahead it would be shame to keep on pushing. 

Wayfinding made difficult
Wayfinding made difficult
Finding my way through a rock field
Finding my way through a rock field
Weird to see that in the forest
Weird to see that in the forest
Ski field
Ski field
Mini apples
Mini apples
Nice ridge walk
Nice ridge walk
A bit of rock scrambling. E1 is clearly marked.
A bit of rock scrambling. E1 is clearly marked.
In Norway they were green, in Sweden blue, in Switzerland yellow and here the signs are red.
In Norway they were green, in Sweden blue, in Switzerland yellow and here the signs are red.
Below the clouds
Below the clouds
My hut tonight
My hut tonight
I call it luxury
I call it luxury
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Day 175: Norway? New Zealand? Italy!

Near Passo delle Lame to Passo del Lupo (Monte Bertola)

Distance: 40km


Getting up certainly is not getting any easier. Yet, today I have a good motivation: Monte Aiona. With 1701 meters above sea level highest point in Italy so far. And looking at the map, the area up there seems attractive.

And it sure does not disappoint. After a long stretch of beech forest, I emerge from the forest and step into an open, wild landscape. No paths only markings leading the way across the partly rocky, partly grassy plateau of Monte Aiona. It's an immediate Norway flashback and a reminder why I loved hiking the Scandinavian country so much. I take my sweet time, visiting the northern and southern summit. The latter offering spectacular views of the Mediterranean.


No other soul around, I enjoy every minute up there until I start my way down, where it gets busier. Mushroom picking season has started and from experience (from the Engadin), Italians go crazy when it comes to picking mushroom.


I deviate slightly from E1, cutting two corners and leaving out Monte Zatta, which is starting to be covered in clouds and thus would only end up in disappointment.


The second part of the day is completely different to part one. Open dairy country. A New Zealand flashback! The walk is offering good views, despite the clouds, which took over control of the sky. Flatter terrain, swift progress. Progress, which is appreciated as I want to cover as much distance as possible since the weather turns sour tomorrow and will stay like that until Sunday.

Therefore, I decide to walk to Passo della Cisa, where I should arrive on Thursday morning, take the bus to Pontremoli and take a Zero Day on Friday before returning to the trail on Saturday afternoon. Nothing is booked yet but food and batteries are running out. So there's some action required.


Other than that, well, today as I was hiking across the dairy country, it felt like I finally arrived in my hiking mode. I hope the feeling stays. It took me awhile but good things take time. 

On the way up
On the way up
Happy me reaching the top
Happy me reaching the top
Spectacular views
Spectacular views
Looking south
Looking south
Time for a snack
Time for a snack
One last look
One last look
Nice chapel but it's the sign on the left that turns me on
Nice chapel but it's the sign on the left that turns me on
Not wild horses
Not wild horses
Looking back at Monte Aione
Looking back at Monte Aione
Part two of the day. Dairy Country.
Part two of the day. Dairy Country.
Here they are
Here they are
Special evening light
Special evening light
My campspots right of the turbines
My campspots right of the turbines
Good views
Good views
Good food
Good food
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Day 174: Ups And Downs

Monte Lavagnola to near Passo delle Lame

Distance: 35km


I'm lacking the motivation to get up this morning. Rather do stay in my cozy sleeping bag, looking down at the glittering lights of the coastal town Sestri Levante. Eventually, I find the courage to deflate my mattress, which makes it all instantly uncomfortable.

Packing is a breeze and by 06:30 I am on my way. First stop: Barbagelata where Massimiliano told me I would find a fountain. And after a bit of looking around, I find it near the refugio. 

 

After Barbagelata things go wrong. I take a wrong turn. Looking at the map I should be able to follow the road, than taking a hiking trail back to E1. 

Well, that hiking trail does not exist anymore. I'm furious, somehow my nerves are a bit tense. Backtracking 3km or continuing along the road, adding another 6km? As I hate backtracking, I go for the latter. Surprisingly, I find another hiking trail connecting Priosa with Ventarola. It's a lovely, fast hiking trail. With 4km extra, I make it back to E1, which then climbs incredibly steep up Monteramaceto. Beautiful views, which certainly boost my motivation. The track then gets rough as it follows the ridge. While the views keep being spectacular, I have to keep my focus on the rocky ground. Progress is slow on the way down too. 

Eventually, the trail gets smoother, as I climb to my designated camp spot. It's a huge horse paddock on sloping terrain. Luckily, there's one, just one, flat spot. Perfect to pitch my tent. Prime location with views of what must me the costal town Lavagna. 

Emotionally, it was quite a ride and also physically, the trail with it's up and down remains challenging. Yet, the views that keep getting better each day, are well worth the effort. 


Morning mood with what must be Sestri Levante in the background
Morning mood with what must be Sestri Levante in the background
Monte Lavagnola, my camp spot, in wonderful early morning light
Monte Lavagnola, my camp spot, in wonderful early morning light
Spectacular views
Spectacular views
Challenging trails
Challenging trails
But it's rewarding work
But it's rewarding work
Setting up camp
Setting up camp
Bye bye sun
Bye bye sun
More views
More views
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Day 173: Mediterranean Moment

Monte Telegrafo to Monte Lavagnola

Distance: 35km


Fortunately, I didn't wake up with a third leg. So the radiation from the nearby antenna wasn't all that bad.


It's a chilly morning and for the first time I wear my merino long sleeve as I start into a new hiking day, which is a constant up and down. Gentle in the beginning, rougher towards the end. I'm fighting with the vertical meters, the heavy backpack and the temperature. Yet, the effort is well worth it and I get rewarded with spectacular views throughout the day. 


For the whole day I follow the Via Alta Monti Liguri (and the E7 that runs from Lisbon to the Balkan), which is well marked and in good shape for most of the time. Yet, there are some exposed parts, where I need full concentration. 


I was mentioning the views before. While not the most spectacular, the most emotional sight I have in the morning, when I spot Genova with the Mediterranean behind. I pause for a view minutes and I can't hold back some tears. Yes, it's just another sea you might think but still, it makes me realize once more how far I have come on my E1 journey.


Shortly before starting my last steep descent to Passo della Scoffera, I meet Massimiliano, a very friendly hiker from Genove. We get into a conversation and he gives me some valuable tips (like water sources) for the next few days. We are hiking together for a while until our paths split. It felt good having had my first conversation after staying with Pierangelo a couple of days ago. 


Well motivated, I tackle the last climb of today. While nothing is hurting, my body feels exhausted. The trail is really taking its toll. Once settled in for the night, I do my planning for the next couple of days and it seems like the trail will keep me challenging. 


Morning views
Morning views
Hello Mediterranean
Hello Mediterranean
A closer look
A closer look
Sharing the path with E7
Sharing the path with E7
... and horses
... and horses
Great vistas
Great vistas
Hard but rewarding work
Hard but rewarding work
My camp
My camp
My feet
My feet
... And my food
... And my food
Good night Italy
Good night Italy
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Day 172: The Hills Are Calling

Near Monte Ronzone to Monte Telegrafo

Distance: 45km


A nice morning, an even better late afternoon. Everything in between is to forget. That sums up today pretty much.


The day starts with a bit of up and plenty of down. I leave E1, which is not really marked anyway, and follow the trail 203 to Vignole. Saves me a 4km roadwalk. No idea, why E1 is not taking this route.

Vignole is down in the valley, where I cross the Scrivia to Arquata Scrivia. Another depressing town but it's full of supermarkets. Being Saturday morning, they are crawling with people. Being Italy, people combine shopping with socializing in the aisles. It's a mess. Two hours and two supermarkets later, I am finally on my way again. With food for six days and six liters of water, my pack is painfully heavy. 


There's not much along the trail when it comes to food. When I run out of it, I have to go off trail for resupply. I consider six days worth of food as a good amount. Gives me some time away from the hustle and bustle and after six days I need to recharge my battery pack anyway. 

And for the water, well, I rather play it safe in the beginning. Running out of water with these temperatures is not that cool. 


Anyway, with a heavy pack I fight my way back up into the hills of the Apennin. Overall it's a pleasant hike through bushland and forest on nice, sandy trails. Only the markings are inconsistent and unreliable for most of the time. 

Some of the hill tops offer spectacular views. The best view is definitely from Monte Alpe. 


My plan is to set up camp around 18:30. However, as there are no spots I like too much, I keep on going and going and going. At 20:00 finally, I reach Monte Telegrafo. The sun has long gone, there's a nice flat grassy area and the views are beautiful. Only a mobile phone and some other antennas a couple of meters away are scaring me (well their waves do). But I am done. My body is aching. Physically, it's been the most challenging day so far. So I pitch my tent and eat my pasta while looking at a spectacular evening sky, looking forward to exploring more of the Apennin tomorrow. 



Good morning world
Good morning world
Wild fig morning snack
Wild fig morning snack
Lovely trail. Seen here skirting above some erosion
Lovely trail. Seen here skirting above some erosion
It's a complicated relationship
It's a complicated relationship
The climb up Monte Alpe
The climb up Monte Alpe
Nice views
Nice views
Getting ready for the night
Getting ready for the night
Some skyporn to finish the day
Some skyporn to finish the day
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Day 171: Contrasts

Po River to near Monte Ronzone

Distance: 45km


No thunderstorms but the heat once more made sleeping difficult.


Since the road is closed and I don't have to worry about cars I leave just before dawn, leaving the Po behind for good. It's hazy, humid and the visibility poor. The first half of the day is depressing walk. A mix of gasoline and the foul smell of rubbish fill the air. 

All together somehow reminds me of my vacation in Laos. In fact, I don't feel like being in Europe anymore.

I don't envy anyone who is living here. And it shows me once more how lucky I am to live in one of the most beautiful regions in Europe. 

Obviously, the people here have their reasons why they live here. Yet, it kind of makes me sad.


The trail, well, beside two random signs, it's not marked at all. Sometimes overgrown, sometimes hard to find. And plenty of roadwalk until Tortona, yet another sad looking town, which I cross as quickly as possible.


Then, the surrounding changes dramatically. The terrain gets hilly, the air clearer and drier and vineyards replace the rice paddies and corn fields.

It's harvesting season and the vineyards busy. Together with the sweeping views, there's a lot to see. Quite the contrast to the morning. A pleasant, most welcome change. The undulating terrain and yesterday's long hike make me finish early today. With a bit of luck I find a neat spot, overlooking the Po flat with the Western Alps clearly visible behind. As it's only 18:00 there is plenty of time to plan and organize the next few days, which mark the beginning of my Apennin adventure. 

Glowing bridge
Glowing bridge
Nice sunrise, the corn seems to be in bad shape
Nice sunrise, the corn seems to be in bad shape
Typical morning view
Typical morning view
The only E1 sign I spot today
The only E1 sign I spot today
Keeping myself busy with some stretching
Keeping myself busy with some stretching
Vinyard
Vinyard
The sun is shining relentlessly
The sun is shining relentlessly
Nice views
Nice views
Camp...
Camp...
... with a view.
... with a view.
Bye sun
Bye sun
Good night
Good night
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Day 170: Long And Lucky

Bernate to Po River

Distance: 60km


A short but deep sleep. More or less well rested I make my way out of the studio and into the kitchen, where Pierangelo prepared breakfast for me the previous evening.


At 05:30, after some bisquits and an espresso, I am on my way. I do not have a certain place to reach but I want to stretch my limits today. So I try keeping a good pace, which is easy along the canal. As it's slowly getting day, I watch the small villages waking up and the path along the Canal Navagio Grande coming to life with people running and walking their dogs. My legs feel strong so I keep on going. Nearly 20 kilometers non-stop until my first break. Some bread with Pierangelo's delicious fig marmalade.

Even though I'm not following the "official" E1, there are E1 signs along the canal. No idea why. Doesn't matter. Eventually, I leave the canal, cross the Ticino River via a ponton bridge and make my way towards the Po River. It's hot and humid. Feels like Hongkong or even somewhere in South East Asia. Luckily it's all completely flat and walking doesn't require much effort.


Once I walk past a Kiwi fruit farm and a couple of minutes later find myself amidst rice paddies I realize once more how far I have come. Up north, where nothing but grass was growing. No tress, no bushes, no nothing. And now...


My legs wouldn't get tired, so by 16:00, I decide to keep pushing to make it across the Po River today. After a resupply in Sannazzaro di'Burgondi I walk past a sign saying Ponte Gerola is closed for maintenance. Shit. I completely missed that during my planning. So what should I do now? I was taken a bit off guard by the sign and I initially just keep on walking on the highway, which obviously is fairly quiet. No roadwalk from hell. But I have other things to worry. While walking the 5 kilometers to the bridge, I quickly run through the option. I'd definitely try to cross the bridge anyway. Being 19:30, the workers must have left for the day. And even if it was not possible to use the bridge, maybe I could ford the river, considering the little precipitation this summer. If that won't work either, well then it's either an additional day walking to the next bridge (if that is even possible) or hitch around. But I'd worry about that later.


As I approach the bridge, I get super nervous. The nervousness quickly goes away though once I realize, it's no problem crossing the bridge on foot. All they do is putting on fresh black top, while side walk is left untouched. With no cars at all, I cross the bridge, the sun setting to my right, the Apennin Range suddenly appring on my left. Magical. On the other side, I quickly find a good spot to pitch my tent.

What a lucky ending of my long day. Now all I hope is that the predicted thunderstorms won't actually happen. 

Bernate - I will miss it
Bernate - I will miss it
E1 markings where there shouldn't be any
E1 markings where there shouldn't be any
Fig Marmelade. Perfect energy booster.
Fig Marmelade. Perfect energy booster.
Overgrown trail near Ticino River
Overgrown trail near Ticino River
Ticino River
Ticino River
Cooling down
Cooling down
Ponton Bridge
Ponton Bridge
Hello!
Hello!
Rice Paddies
Rice Paddies
Feels exotic
Feels exotic
King of the bridge
King of the bridge
Fantastic mood
Fantastic mood
Good night!
Good night!
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Day 169: Going With The Flow

Island near Tornavento to Bernate Ticino

Distance: 18km


First thunder, than the fisherman departing shortly before midnight than at the ungodly hour of 02:30 a series of departing aircraft. Most probably cargo planes. It was a noisy night, warmer than the one before so no sleep bag needed.


The day starts as it ended. Following the canal, the weather muggy. Yet walking goes a bit easier compared to yesterday and sooner than I anticipated I arrive in Turbigo for my first resupply in Italy. A first resupply in a foreign country generally takes a bit longer as I am overwhelmed by the different layout and the different choice. Which looks delicious indeed (well it's Italy) but does not offer the trail food variety I am used to. Doesn't matter as I only need food for two days and some fajita bread and bisquits do the job. 


After using the free wifi to download some  maps, I am off again along a rather busy canal. Planes approaching Malpensa keep me busy for a good part of the morning. 

I decide to follow the canal instead of the official E1, whose layout doesn't make too much sense for me. Weirdly enough I stumble across several E1 signs, despite being away from the official track. 

Anyway, eventually I approach the town of Bernate Ticino, where I chat with two Vespa riders. My first real conversation in Italy. Feels good!


A couple of steps further down the canal, still in Bernate, two people are calling me from the other side of the canal. Asking me where I am coming from and where I was heading. Kind of funny and typically Italian having a conversation with a canal in between. Anyway, they end up offering me lunch in an hours time after they finish their pottery lesson. My initial reply "I think I should continue, I still have a long way to go". They say if I decide otherwise, I should just know on their door.

Once they have left I say to myself "Sandro, don't be bloody stupid. Don't miss out on this opportunity. Being invited for lunch in Italy can only boost your motivation." 


Without further thinking, I backtrack, crossing the canal and heading back on the other side. Before I know, I have sit on the table, trying myself in pottery together with his friend and student Simona from Milano. Turns out my talent is rather limited. 


Lunch is delicious as expected. Homegrown peperoni with chicken and bisquits topped with homemade fig marmalade. And finish it up with an Espresso. 

While having lunch, Piereangelo offers me to spend the night in his art studio. Since lunch took quite a while and I am in no hurry I happily agree. After a tour around town we are back home for dinner. Pesto Piere aka Pesto al Genovese with potatoes and beans. Simply delicious. 


This relaxing afternoon away from the trail felt good. A well needed insight into the Italian culture and with Piereangelo a new  friend. What a wonderful person. 

I hope this experience will help to lift my hiking spirit for the next. 


Anyway, for now, I am a well fed, happy camper ready for some well needed sleep. A long day is awaiting me tomorrow. 

Autumn colors. The weather feels like being somewhere in the tropics though. Hot and humid.
Autumn colors. The weather feels like being somewhere in the tropics though. Hot and humid.
Somewhere along the canal
Somewhere along the canal
Maybe one of Klaus' apple ;)
Maybe one of Klaus' apple ;)
The Vespa guys
The Vespa guys
Homegrown peperoni
Homegrown peperoni
Biscuit with homemade fig marmalade
Biscuit with homemade fig marmalade
Hopeless me in pottery class
Hopeless me in pottery class
Touring around town with Piereangelo
Touring around town with Piereangelo
Dinner time
Dinner time
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Day 168: Rivers, Lakes And Little Motivation

La Motta d'Ora to an island near Tornavento

Distance: 40km


The temperature last night was challenging me: too cold to sleep without sleeping bag, too warm to sleep in the sleeping bag. As a result I kept on waking up, slipping in and out of the sleeping bag. Otherwise, it was a peaceful, uneventful first night in Italy. Not that I expected anyone to show up in the middle of the forest.


Under the dense canopy of the chestnut forest, it is still pitch black when I leave and only gets a brighter once I step out of the forest and into the city of Gavirate. I navigate through the morning rush hour, take a wrong turn eventually, which takes me to Lago di Varese. I like it there and instead of turning back, I decide to follow the lake on a cycling path. As the trail notes are warning me about overgrown, impassable tracks further down, I continue along the cycling path even longer. I'm already lacking motivation (I'll get back to this shortly) and definitely don't feel like bush bashing my way through. Therefore, I follow Lago di Comabbio on its eastern side to finally rejoin E1 on the Ticino River.


Except for the first part along the river, where I have to walk on the road, the hike is rather nice. Easy to walk, straightforward to navigate and plenty of aircraft to admire flying in and out of Malpensa Airport. Only finding a suitable place to camp is not that easy. The first place, which looked promising on Google Earth is way too exposed. After checking Google again, I mark some possible locations. Luckily, the second place I marked seems to be a bingo. A hidden, quiet parking lot on a island near Tornavento. Only a single fishermen is around and I can't imagine he would bother. 


Coming back to what was bothering me today: my lack of motivation and enthusiasm. While the first days on the trail are never easy for me, this time is particularly difficult to motivate myself. To be honest, deep down I wish to have finished this autumn's hike already. And I am not sure why. Maybe it's the next couple of days laying ahead of me. Flat, boring, plenty of roadwalk, dogs. Maybe it's that stark contrast to the amazing hiking experience at the beginning of E1. Maybe I simply hiked too much lately and done with it for the moment. 


Having been barked at at least a hundred times and nearly been run over by two Fiat Pandas during the last two days doesn't help to boost my hiking spirit. 

But for the moment, I just keep on tracking. I'll give it a few days (when I will hopefully reach the Apennin) and then reevaluate. Many things can happen until then. 


Lago di Varese
Lago di Varese
Another Lake
Another Lake
The not so nice first part along Ticino River
The not so nice first part along Ticino River
Navigating through and under the canals
Navigating through and under the canals
Along the cycling path
Along the cycling path
Made it...
Made it...
... to my camp spot
... to my camp spot
Some sweet motivation while planning my hike tomorrow
Some sweet motivation while planning my hike tomorrow
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Day 167: Tackling Country Number Seven

Porto Ceresio to La Motta d'Ora

Distance: 30km


06:32, the packed Eurocity to Milan and Venice is slowly pulling out of Zurich. Buried deep in my thoughts, I don't really realize it. It's the unknown, which keeps my mind busy. Despite having done quite a thorough planning, I still don't really know what to expect in Italy. And it is something I don't like too much. 


Eventually, the train reaches rainy Lugano, where I connect to a local train to Capolago, where I board a post bus to Porto Ceresio. I get dropped off right in front of the pier, the starting point of E1 in Italy. While the town seems to be worth exploring, I am not in the mood to do so. I rather prefer to hit the trail as soon as possible. After the mandatory photo, I'm back on the trail. After a quick stop to turn on my tracking device (which I completely forgot), the trail soon leaves the road, climbing steeply away from the lake. With loose rocks and tree fall not very nice to walk and not a very nice first impression. Luckily, the trail improves quickly. Yet, my knees feel like jelly. I suspect that it is more of a mental thing than a physical thing. All that thinking earlier probably didn't help.


It's a permanent up and down. Mostly through forest, with the odd village and some places that would offer good views, if it wasn't for the poor visibility. Kind of sad because according to a info board, the  highest peaks in Valais as well as the Piz Bernina would be visible from Forte Orino on a good day. Yet, the view towards Milan is not too bad and gives me an idea what to expect. It's going to be flat... 


 It would be a fantastic place to camp up there at the Forte. And being 18:00 it sure would be more than suitable option. Yet, my feet feel more restless than ever and I decide to descend towards Gavirate. I take a shortcut here via the trail 13, risking to get stuck because of a massive tree fall visible on Google Earth. Luckily, the trees have been cleared, which must have been a massive effort. Thanks whoever did it. Saved me a detour and lifted my hiking spirits. Generally, the afternoon was much easier to walk, mentally. I guess it takes some time to be back in the thru-hiking mode. 


Nightfall comes surprisingly quickly. Gone are the days, where the sun was still up at 22:00. By 20:30, a couple of minutes after pitching my tent, it's completely dark here in the middle of the forest. 

My hiking days definitely will be shorter than in Germany. But more sleep isn't too bad either. 


My ride to Lugano
My ride to Lugano
Fast forward - Porto Ceresio trail head
Fast forward - Porto Ceresio trail head
The town. As close as I will ever get.
The town. As close as I will ever get.
One final look back at Morcote on the other side of the lake
One final look back at Morcote on the other side of the lake
The trail is surprisingly well marked
The trail is surprisingly well marked
Navigation is straightforward
Navigation is straightforward
Picturesque Italian village
Picturesque Italian village
Water out of a rubber tube in the middle of the forest. Sketchy as but I survived even without filtering it.
Water out of a rubber tube in the middle of the forest. Sketchy as but I survived even without filtering it.
A cairn leading the way
A cairn leading the way
The view towards the south. Sacro Monte in the foreground.
The view towards the south. Sacro Monte in the foreground.
The view towards Switzerland. No mountains visible today.
The view towards Switzerland. No mountains visible today.
Would be a nice camp for the night
Would be a nice camp for the night
Walking through a battlefield
Walking through a battlefield
Good night!
Good night!
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And The Show Goes On

After spending a very busy August at work in the Engadin, I am lucky to have September and October once more available for my project. While I am initially debating whether I should continue E1 in Italy or do something completely different during the two months off, I end up to opt in favor of E1. It's my third summer on E1 and somehow I am ready to complete it next year. This however will only be possible if I hike some kilometers of Italy this year. Otherwise, Sicily would be out of reach next summer most probably.

A good motivation, a needed motivation. After hiking 2000 Kilometers this year already, my body's batteries are not as full as they could be anymore.

This does not sound like a great preparation and start into a hike, does it? However, the closer I get to packing my pack and head south, the more I am looking forward to the challenge. Not because of the apparently terribly marked and maintained trails, hair-raising roadwalks up north and strawing dogs. But because Italy something completely different again. Drier than Scandinavia, hillier than Germany and by looking at the map surprisingly remote in the Apennin, which I will follow nearly all the way to the bottom. Resupply needs a bit of planning though. But that's nothing new. 

E1 takes me along a part of Italy I'm not familiar with. Like so many other foreigners, all I know of Italy are some of its many cities like Venice or Rome and some of the most famous costal stretches. E1 is giving these places a wide berth as I stay up high in the Apennin. Yet, I hope there's the one or the other place to grab a Gelato or Pizza ;) 

Hitching a flight from St Moritz to Zurich for some last minute preparations in Wetzikon...
Hitching a flight from St Moritz to Zurich for some last minute preparations in Wetzikon...
... and some spontaneous last second relaxing in Garmisch
... and some spontaneous last second relaxing in Garmisch
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Summer Memories

Let's be completely honest: I did not have high expectations. Lots of forest, flat terrain, cocky Germans. Things I thought would be awaiting me hiking Germany.


As a result, I don't feel overly enthusiastic when I start my hike in Flensburg on a wet and cold spring day. But my not too optimistic mindset is actually helping me to be positively surprised more easily. By the trail, the scenery and by the people. In fact I very much enjoy my hike across Germany. 


Yes, the terrain is flat for most of the first three weeks. A hill of more than 200 meters is the exception. A highlight even. Yet, the walk from Eckernförde to Kiel along the Ostsee is one to remember. Especially day two, in wonderful late spring weather, along a beautiful, deserted stretch of rugged coastline that I have all for myself.


After this highlight, things are getting back to normal as the trail is meandering across Schleswig-Holstein towards Hamburg. At least plenty of lakes are offering a nice change and with the warmer temperatures  inviting me for a swim. 


The temperatures stay high, however, unfortunately, the lakes disappear as I cross the Lüneburger Heide and make my way towards Frankfurt. All the dead forest caused by the previous dry summers and a bug killing the trees make the landscape look desolate and the heat unbearable at times. Sleeping places were sometimes hard to find. Yet with 1nitetent and basic shelters I am always lucky enough to have a somewhat okay place to overnight. 

Luckily, during this rather difficult period, I meet some wonderful people on my journey, who make my walk way more enjoyable. Great talks, plenty food and a dry roof over my head every now and then. Trail magic at work. 


Once past Frankfurt and the Odenwald, I enter the Black Forest. While physically challenging I get rewarded with one spectacular sunset after another. And once I spot the Swiss Alps in the far distance, my hiking spirit soars.


The good weather and the mostly easy trails across Germany make progress good and since I have plenty of time left I decide to continue to the Swiss Italian border. These last 250 kilometers across Switzerland are different to Germany. First and foremost, they are on home Turf, then the terrain:  mountainous with lakes every couple of kilometers. The way I like it. 

Furthermore, there's the great company of Fredy and the wonderful surprise of meeting Klaus and Gisela. This all adds to a lovely 10 days Switzerland. Yet, I am happy to reach the Italian border. My feet feel tired and the the hot weather too, has left its marks. 


To cut a long story short:

On E1 in Norway, the trail, the journey was the destination. The spectacular, mountainous scenery, the solitude, the remoteness, the untouched nature, the hospitality of its people are unbeatable. But also extremely challenging. 

In Sweden, after hiking through forest most of the time, the amazing shelters or vindskydd (as they call them), which were usually nestled close to pristine lakes and provided firewood and comfortable sleeping possibilities, were undoubtedly the highlight, the destination of the day. 


In Germany, well, dispite being quite charming after all, neither the trail, including the landscape, nor the overnight places are, as mentioned, able to completely blow my mind. Therefore I mainly considered the Swiss border, home, to be my destination.




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Day 166: Switzerland - Done And Dusted

Monte Bigorio to Morcote

Distance: 30km


As during the previous two days, today starts with a hefty descent as well. Via an initially steep and rocky one, which is followed by a more shallow descent, I make my way towards Lugano. The sole of my feet are hurting a bit. The rocky Ticinesi trails have taken their toll. So I don't mind the road walk through Lugano and its suburbs, where the trail is not marked. I navigate by phone even though the way is quite obvious. Down to Lago di Lugano, then along the busy Promenade towards San Salvatore, Switzerland's version of the Sugarloaf, towering on the other side of the city.


The 800 meter steep climb in the noon heat is daunting. I take it slow. Sweat is dripping down. Never would I have imagined my body was able to sweat this much.

There were hardly any people stupid enough to do the hike up there. Yet, there is a heavily tattooed girl climbing it as well and we get into a refreshing conversation once we both took the wrong turn at an intersection. Turns out she's a Kiwi stripper, who got bored with New Zealand and thus moved to the UK. Obviously, I have to object to the "boring" part but she only shrugs and replies she might return once she's old. She asks me why the Swiss are so slow walkers. I say I have no clue but agree that we are indeed slow walkers. I also have to pass on the question, which city she can earn the most money with stripping. The questions keep coming until we reach the top of San Salvatore, where we say goodbye as she continues and I, as a slow Swiss, am enjoying the spectacular panorama from the top, which is reachable by cable car as well. I expected it to be crowded but luckily I am wrong. I have the observation tower all to myself.


Once I have soaked up the views, I continue along the ridge, passing through two lovely villages. I bump into the stripper again. Seems like she's not that fast of a walker at last. While she is staying, I continue along the shallow ridge, through a botanical garden and into the forest again. When only a short but steep descent is parting me from Morcote, and I spot the sand colored roofs, I start to realize how close I actually am to my goal of this summer's section. This makes me feel a bit overwhelmed. The well know being-torn-between-happy-and-sad-feeling. Sad that my wonderful time on the trail is over, happy to enjoy the amenities of the "normal" life. Proper food, more shade, a real bed,... But my hike is not over just yet. The last kilometer I descend via a steep stair, making me feel each and every muscle on my feet and legs. I look down at the emerald green Lago di Lugano. Knowing that I will be swimming in it in less than 15 minutes gives me a last energy boost.

After a quick stroll through the picturesque Morcote, I find a spot on the lake, taking off my shirt and jump in. I feel like a red-hot fire poker dipped into the water. It feels great. However, with a water temperature of 28 degrees Celsius it takes me a while to cool down. Doesn't matter. I've got 2 hours until my boat departs back towards Lugano.

I thoroughly enjoy my time on the lake. The happy-to-have-finished-feeling is now the prevailing one. Eventually, I make my way to the jetty. I feel like a "normal" person in a clean, good smelling set of clothes that I have been carrying across Switzerland.

At the busy jetty, the official ending or starting point of E1, I am looking for any kind of plaque honoring this fact. But there's none. Not even a sticker. Oh well, maybe I need to hike across the country again and take some stickers with me. 


The boat leaves more or less on time. To my left, I see Morcote slowly getting smaller and smaller. On my right I see Porto Ceresio. The starting point of E1 in Italy. But that's for another time. Now all I am looking forward to is an air-conditioned train carriage taking me back home. 


Monte Tamaro in spectacular evening lught
Monte Tamaro in spectacular evening lught
Last day on E1
Last day on E1
The one million dollar view of Lugano
The one million dollar view of Lugano
Lugano Piazza Grande
Lugano Piazza Grande
San Salvatore in background
San Salvatore in background
Leaving Lugano behind
Leaving Lugano behind
San Salvatore
San Salvatore
Enjoying...
Enjoying...
... the amazing panorama
... the amazing panorama
Picturesque village along the way.
Picturesque village along the way.
Morcote in sight!
Morcote in sight!
The last few steps
The last few steps
The stretch of death (at least that's what I think it means)
The stretch of death (at least that's what I think it means)
The end or beginning of E1 in Switzerland
The end or beginning of E1 in Switzerland
Switzerland - done and dusted
Switzerland - done and dusted
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Day 165: Having The Legs

Corecco to Monte Bigorio

Distance: 45km


After a good night's sleep, I feel full of energy. Energy, which I will definitely need today.

Not for the first descent though. It's not as steep and rough and thus more pleasant to walk than I was expecting.


Once down at the bottom, I follow the Ticino River for 5 hours. There really is not much to say about this stretch. At one point, when I couldn't stand the heat anymore (temperatures reached up to 35 degrees Celsius by then), I jumped into the river, my clothes on. It will give an extra cooling effect. I sit on the river bank, admiring the massive mountains around me while drying. Therefore, I don't immediately notice the river rising rather quickly (probably one centimeter per minute). Only when my feet suddenly get wet again I realize it. I look at my backpack. It's sitting a few centimeters in the water. Shit. Out of my stupidity, I do an unplanned water resistancy test. It seems to work. The dry bags at the bottom of the pack are only a bit damp.


After a resupply and carbo loading in Giubiasco, I start my first climb of the day. Unfortunately, I over-ate and I have some discomfort in my tummy. This might sound a bit gross but with every fart and every burb I feel better again. And that's a good thing, because I can use all the energy for the steep, rough 800 vertical meters climb. At one point the trail, narrow and covered with dry leaves, puts me out of my comfort zone. The leaves are making it slippery and there's nowhere to hold on to. A small error, a slip and it's a long way down. I try not to think too much about it but rather focus on each and every step. After a couple of meters, going gets easier again. This must have been the most dangerous stretch of the whole E1 so far. 


On top, I enter the training area of the army. Plenty of signs state things like "Danger", "Do not enter", etc..

According to the email I received upon requesting the status of the area, they are not practicing today. With anyone else around, I enter it. Neither do I get arrested or shot. That's a welcome thing. 

Descending to Isone is much more pleasant than the climb before. Once in the village, I fill up my water bottles. There has been an abundance of fountains today, so water was never a problem. But this most probably will be the last opportunity to refill for today. With 3 liters I climb up the other side of the valley. Today, I already walked for 40 kilometers. Yet, my legs don't seems overly tired. So I keep on going. Way past the point I planned to camp. I check the map for places to stay and stumble across a promising looking place with nice views. I push hard as I want to reach it before sunset. And I succeed. A spectacular view of Lugano is awaiting me. Still not feeling too tired, I prepare my bivy, eat some bread with humus and then simply enjoy the view. I'm so happy to have found this spectacular spot. What a worthy place to spend my last night on E1 in Switzerland! 

Yesterday's night view of the Leventina
Yesterday's night view of the Leventina
Ticino River
Ticino River
A surprisingly nice river
A surprisingly nice river
The leaf covered trail. Hard to see and slippery.
The leaf covered trail. Hard to see and slippery.
Horses with a view
Horses with a view
Looking south with Lugano in the background
Looking south with Lugano in the background
View to the north
View to the north
Happy about my stamina today
Happy about my stamina today
My last night on E1 in Switzerland. What a location to celebrate it!
My last night on E1 in Switzerland. What a location to celebrate it!
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Day 164: Buongiorno Ticino

Gotthard Pass to Correco

Distance: 45km


Instead of the car noise, I fell asleep to the calming sound of a nearby stream. Albeit not warm, the night is not as chilly as expected and overall I had a decent sleep.


Gisela is already boiling water for her morning tea or coffee when I find my way out of the tent at 05:15. As usual, I skip breakfast, pack my tent and get ready to hit the trail. Now it's time to way goodbye to Klaus and Gisela. It's been a wonderful couple of hours with them and I'm still quite impressed how they managed to surprise me!.


More or less along Via Tremola, the old cobblestone road over Gotthard Pass, I steeply descent towards Airolo. My legs feel full of energy and I hardly notice the nearly 1000 vertical meters. One in Airolo, I follow La Strada Alta di Leventina, a continuous up and down, sometimes along roads, sometimes on hiking trails. Some of the quite rough with some exposed parts.

I hiked in the Canton of Ticino many times before and therefore, I am familiar with what to expect. Yet, I always find it interesting, how drastically the look of the villages change, once you are crossing the boundary. Less wooden houses, more houses made out of stone. Narrow alleys and generally a bit of a taste of italianita. 

There's a lot to see and hence time passes by rather quickly.


After 45 kilometers I approach the spot I decided to stay. There really aren't any other options as the trail will soon start a steep descent into the valley. And after 1600 vertical meters climbing and 2800 descending I don't feel like walking anymore. Luckily, it's a wonderful, flat, grassy spot, overlooking the Leventina. There are houses behind me, but they seem empty. And even if there is someone around, I don't think they care too much. There's no road going here. Only a hiking trail. Therefore, I don't think they have many people passing through. 


I am not really looking forward for tomorrow. There's the mentioned descent, which according to the map and Fredy is steep and rough. Then there's a 20 kilometer walk along the Ticino River. It will be stinking hot down there. Hopefully, there's a place to swim. Also there's the uncertainty if the military shooting ranges are active. I was told they would not be but this might change. A detour would add another day. Not what I am looking for... 

Last but not least it most certainly (depending on the military) will be my second to last day in Switzerland. Per default I will have difficulties to keep my hiking spirit up.

But hey, let me worry about these things tomorrow. 


There's a beautiful view to enjoy!

Following the Via Tremola
Following the Via Tremola
Early morning sun versus the mountains
Early morning sun versus the mountains
Breakfast! Thanks to all involved 😊
Breakfast! Thanks to all involved 😊
Ambri Aerodrome
Ambri Aerodrome
Plenty of water along the way to cool down my feet
Plenty of water along the way to cool down my feet
A typical village scene. Fountain with flowers, a bus stop cobblestone roads
A typical village scene. Fountain with flowers, a bus stop cobblestone roads
Part of the exposed trail today
Part of the exposed trail today
Looking down to Leventina from Corecco
Looking down to Leventina from Corecco
Super flat
Super flat
Good night!
Good night!
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Day 163: A Wonderful Surprise

Meitschligen to Gotthard Pass

Distance: 30km


The stream of cars continued throughout the night. Yet, I get a good night's sleep, without paying the noise too much attention. 

After a somewhat late start I continue my climb up to Gotthard Pass. Initially, the trail follows the highway. Not very enjoyable with all the traffic. I pass the time looking at the number plates. Mostly Dutch, German and Belgians, who probably drove through the night. In Wassen, I buy breakfast and lunch. I overhear two locals complaining about the traffic, which makes it hard for them to sleep. Completely understandable in my opinion.


Once past Göschenen, I enter the Schöllenen Gorge. A stunning stretch of walk. One of the, if not the most interesting walk on E1 so far as the trail is making its way up, past the Devil's Bridge and military defense bunkers towards Andermatt.

Andermatt is well known to me as I spent several weeks in the village during my time in the air force. So I skip sightseeing and only do a quick resupply for tomorrow. Soon I am on my way again. Shortly after leaving town, I notice two hikers sitting in front of a shed. They look familiar. Might it be... No, it can't be. So I continue. But I look again. They stand up, looking back at me. Then I clearly recognize Gisela. And Klaus! Two very good friends and hiking companions from South Tyrol. They were following my hike and decided to surprise me. Well, they sure were successful. It's an absolutely wonderful surprise. It feels so good to see them!


After a long hug and a beer, we continue to Hospental together, where they have parked their car. We agree to meet later on top of the Gotthard pass and camp up there together.


The following three hours to the top are special walk. Not only because of the sparse, rocky landscape but also because I am looking forward to meeting Gisela and Klaus on the pass again. My motivation for the last 500 vertical meters is high. Obviously... 


Gotthard pass is super windy and busy. People from all over Europe are enjoying the views on their way to Italy, where they will spend a week or two on the beach. 


At 16:00 I meet Gisela and Klaus again. After a drink we start looking for a place to camp. The wind is limiting the options. Yet, compared to Germany, there's an abundance of great spots. We settle in near Lago dei Morti. A bit more than 2000 meters above sea level. By far the highest point I have camped on E1 so far. Great views. A tranquil place away from the hustle and bustle. 


What a wonderful day it has been with this unexpected surprise. Trail magic!


05:00 and the roads are already busy
05:00 and the roads are already busy
Waterfall between Wassen and Göschenen
Waterfall between Wassen and Göschenen
Some disused military defense tunnel
Some disused military defense tunnel
One of many bridges
One of many bridges
Fjordland feeling
Fjordland feeling
Crossing the devil's bridge
Crossing the devil's bridge
Another perspective of Switzerland's most famous bridge
Another perspective of Switzerland's most famous bridge
Impressive engineering
Impressive engineering
Local cheese, bread and pastry
Local cheese, bread and pastry
Pralinato
Pralinato
Auckland... Still a bit to go
Auckland... Still a bit to go
It's windy
It's windy
Crossing into the Italian speaking part of Switzerland
Crossing into the Italian speaking part of Switzerland
First time drinking water directly from the stream since Norway
First time drinking water directly from the stream since Norway
Highest point of E1 so far. Very happy to be here with Gisela and Klaus 😊
Highest point of E1 so far. Very happy to be here with Gisela and Klaus 😊
Last rays of sun...
Last rays of sun...
... at Lago di Morti
... at Lago di Morti
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Day 162: The Heart Of Switzerland

Holzegg to Meitschligen

Distance: 45km


A surprisingly chilly and windy night doesn't make me sleep well and, lying awake in my sleeping bag, I decide to leave with first light. 

The hiking day starts with a steep, 1000 vertical meters descent. It takes a lot of concentration. Dim light and after so little sleep. An unfavorable combination. Still, I eventually make it. A somewhat boring stretch follows. Up and down and up again. 3 hours after hitting the trail, Lake Lucerne comes into view again, far below me, shimmering in a wonderful Caribbean like emerald green. I take my first break, soaking up the view before descending steeply to Sisikon, from where I follow the Trail of Switzerland to Flüelen. The trail is notorious for being closed as this part of the lake is prone to rockfall and landslides. Luckily, I can walk it all the way. Sometimes along the busy Axenstrasse, through tunnels, along the lake or trails carved into the sheer rock face. All in all a great, diverse, enjoyable stretch with a lot of Swiss history in it. The Tellsplatte is right by the path, the Rütli on the other side of the lake. To my surprise there's hardly anyone on the trail. Good for me. 

Right before leaving the lake I pass by a gravel beach, especially made for swimming. Obviously, I can't resist the water and go for two swims. A great feeling with the walls of rocks around me. 

From there it's a quick hop to picturesque Flüelen, where I follow the Reuss River upstream. A flat, easy 20 kilometer walk along the river bank until Amsteg, where the valley is turning into a gorge and the trail is climbing away from the river. Yet, it remains easy to walk. I don't mind. The first half has been tiring.


Being a Friday afternoon and beginning of the public school holidays in many parts of Europe traffic is heavy. On the motorway as well as the adjacent the smaller highway. Dutch motor homes and cars with trailers are fighting with the climb, slowing down the traffic. I'm impressed how the engineers were able to fit two roads and a railway line into the narrow gorge. A technical marvel for me.


I pass by small mountain villages. The motorways visible and the cars noisy. It feels a bit weird. My camping spot is the same. The motorway and railway are to my right, the highway to my left. And there will be plenty of traffic throughout the night. But I don't mind. It's a suitable, honest ending to an interesting day. 

Twilight views
Twilight views
Early morning mood
Early morning mood
Looking back at the Mythen
Looking back at the Mythen
And forward at Lake Constance
And forward at Lake Constance
Separate tunnel for pedestrians
Separate tunnel for pedestrians
Well marked as alway
Well marked as alway
Photo bombing an otherwise nice photo
Photo bombing an otherwise nice photo
It's windy. Perfect condition to go sailing.
It's windy. Perfect condition to go sailing.
Flüelen
Flüelen
Paddle "Steamer" and the flags of Switzerland's cantons.
Paddle "Steamer" and the flags of Switzerland's cantons.
Looking like a model railway
Looking like a model railway
My hut
My hut
No great views but I can learn a lot about the trees
No great views but I can learn a lot about the trees
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Day 161: The Mountains Are Calling

Wetzikon to Holzegg 

Distance: 45km


After two days of dolce far niente I hit the trail well rested. Leaving home is generally not easy and there's no exception this time. However, it's only a week to the Italian border and a big chunk of it through spectacular terrain. The icing on the cake one could say. Therefore, I am actually in a good mood as I make my way towards Rapperswil. It's an easy start, the trail gradually ands gently descending to the Lake of Zürich. The dramatic early morning clouds give way to the sun as I cross the lake via one of, if not the, longest wooden footbridges in Switzerland.

The first climb to Meinrad Monastery goes surprisingly easy. Only my arms feel a bit tired. Maybe too much swimming the previous two days. After another descent I pass by the Lake of Sihl. There's a free bathing place but it's crawling with people. Car and bicycles parked scattered on the pasture around. I give it a wide berth and find a nice bench a bit further down the hiking path. I have the place for myself. I jump into the refreshing water. With an air temperature of 30 degrees it really does feel good. A long, mostly flat stretch takes me past Einsiedeln with its famous monastry and onwards to Brunni. The mountains are getting closer with every step. After hiking in flatter terrain since Norway, it feels quite exciting but I do show a lot of respect. 

In Brunni the valley ends and I steeply climb towards Zwyschet Mythen, which offers fantastic views of Lake Lucerne and the Central Swiss Alps. It's windy up here. Yet, I enjoy every moment of it before making my way down in search of a good spot to camp. 


Dramatic sky with good views of the Alps ahead
Dramatic sky with good views of the Alps ahead
Rapperswil
Rapperswil
The wooden bridge across Lake of Zürich
The wooden bridge across Lake of Zürich
Lovely walk
Lovely walk
A sneak peek at the mountains again
A sneak peek at the mountains again
The Midget Hotel
The Midget Hotel
This very sign at the bottom is how it all started. I spotted it a couple of years ago, I got curious, googled it, planned it and now here I am again.l!
This very sign at the bottom is how it all started. I spotted it a couple of years ago, I got curious, googled it, planned it and now here I am again.l!
Sihlsee
Sihlsee
Monastery of Einsiedeln
Monastery of Einsiedeln
Last free water... Very helpful information!
Last free water... Very helpful information!
The view from Zwyschet Mythen
The view from Zwyschet Mythen
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Day 160: Zero Day 2 With An Ode To My Backpack

I'm not in a rush. I have got to be back at work on the 29th. And it's only 250 kilometers to the Italian border. So I decided on taking another rest day.


To keep my blog alive, I thought I'd write a few lines about my old backpack. 


Spring 2016: in anticipation of Te Araroa, I am browsing the web for a suitable backpack. As it is my first thru-hike, I don't really know what I am looking for. The only criteria is to fit my full frame camera. That narrows my search down considerably. I stumble across a review of a photographer and thru-hiker. He praises a backpack of Seekoutside. The Unaweep Panel Loader. It's somewhat love at first sight and I pull the trigger. Buying it without ever actually wearing it. Naive? Probably. But my gut tells me I will have a good time with it. 


I pick my pack up while on vacation in Florida. I get rid of my suitcase and use the new backpack instead. Seems to fit perfectly. Yet, I'll have to find out on my training hikes.


The backpack fits. Its aluminum frame makes it rigid, which goes well with my hollow back and makes it feel lighter than it is. 

That's good because it's not exactly lightweight. Neither is my other equipment. 

It's not waterproof either. Not then and definitely not now. I learn it the hard way on one of my training hikes when I forget to attach a rain cover. Remember... I was a greenhorn back then. 


Te Araroa is rough. I fall dozens of times, mostly right onto my backpack, I have to bush bash, crawl beneath fallen trees, throw the backpack over fences. Many times. I am not treating it gently. Yet, nothing ever breaks or tears on the trail. The company usually builds hunting packs. They are made to withstand the beating. And so is mine. 

Many more hikes follow. A broken latch. Nothing else. 

So far it probably joined me up to nearly 15000 kilometers. It could do more kilometers. That I am sure of. However, wear and tear is getting a bit of a problem. The cushioning on hip and shoulder straps is hardly existing anymore. I have to use a cut up camping mattress around my waist to still be able to wear it comfortably. Also I am worried something might break, something that might not be possible to properly fix. And on a thru-hike this is not what I want. 


Therefore, I decided on purchasing a new backpack. Same company but this one is designed with thru-hiking in mind. Once more it is a bit of a gamble but the gut feeling is good.

The new pack is already waiting for me at home. Transferring my stuff from the old to the new one makes me feel a bit melancholic thinking of what I went through with it. All the ups and downs. It's become a part of me. A very important part. 

Even when retired, it always will keep a special place in my heart. 


It makes a first good impression. Sturdier than I thought (a good thing for me). The waterproof UltraPE fabric is not flimsy at all looks durable. The frame is familiar to my old one and it rides good even without the adjustments, which I still need to do. 

The following 250 kilometers will be a good opportunity to this and to get familiar with it. I am pretty excited!

Old and New
Old and New
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Day 159: Zero Day 1

A typical Zero Day. Not much going on. Chores, planning, relaxing. Giving my body some well needed rest. 

Spending some time at the lovely Lake of Pfäffikon.
Spending some time at the lovely Lake of Pfäffikon.
Fredy at work 💪
Fredy at work 💪
Planning my hike across Switzerland. The free tools provided by the government are fantastic to do this.
Planning my hike across Switzerland. The free tools provided by the government are fantastic to do this.
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Day 158: Home!

Gfellacher near Hörnli to Wetzikon

Distance: 20km


The sunrise does not disappoint. The early start was well worth it.

Looking east and south, a wonderful mountain panorama is nicely lit by the early morning sun. The mountains seem close. So close, it feels like I can touch them. With such a view, walking goes much easier than yesterday. It's familiar territory. Terrain I know, terrain I have been walking and running around for years. Thru-hiking it feels special. In Scandinavia and Germany I initially felt like an explorer in inkonwn territory. Here I feel at home.


As it's a short day to Wetzikon, the place I spent my years as a teenager, we are not in a rush. We take plenty of photos, soaking up the views. Yet, as we get closer to Wetzikon and the legs start feeling heavier, both of us are looking forward to putting our feet up.


I am feeling less emotional than I thought I would, when I finally arrive in Wetzikon and spot the house. Most probably it will take a while to really realize than I just completed a walk from Nordkapp. 6000 kilometers. Obviously, I split up the walk in three sections. Yet, it's still a bit of an effort. A rewarding one with a wast amount ofmemories. And these, mostly great memories, make we want to hit the trail again and head south as quickly as possible.


My itchy feet need to stay still for a day or two though as I want to savour the moment. Savour home. There won't be another "home" on E1.


However, it's business before pleasure. Laundry, resupply, exchanging backpacks,... . Especially the exchange of my backpack consumes a bit of time. The first impression of the pack is very good. Still, it's also different to my now retired pack, which I carried for roughly 15'000 kilometers and which I got so used to. Every strap, every pocket had its own purpose. I have to rearrange myself. I'm looking forward to it, but it will take a while to customize the pack until it fully suits my need. 


Eventually, I need a break. Time for an early dinner. Rösti with broccoli, eggs and Fredy's famous bean and Feta salad. My first real meal after nearly to weeks. I very much appreciate it. 


The rest of the day I do what I do best at home: feeling comfortable. Feeling at home. 

Morning mood with Säntis in the background. The mountain I spotted 10 days ago, far far away, is now a stone's throw away.
Morning mood with Säntis in the background. The mountain I spotted 10 days ago, far far away, is now a stone's throw away.
The view to the south
The view to the south
Double Trouble. 10 kilometers to go to Wetzikon.
Double Trouble. 10 kilometers to go to Wetzikon.
The panorama is breathtakingly beautiful. A view that means home for me.
The panorama is breathtakingly beautiful. A view that means home for me.
Also a common view. I'm optimistic Rob will mention the breed in the comments ;)
Also a common view. I'm optimistic Rob will mention the breed in the comments ;)
Fredy is tired. Fredy wanna go home.
Fredy is tired. Fredy wanna go home.
A waterfall 5 minutes away from home. I ran past it probably more than a 100 times.
A waterfall 5 minutes away from home. I ran past it probably more than a 100 times.
Made it!
Made it!
Dinner time
Dinner time
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Day 157: A Tough Job

Lippoldswilen to Gfellacher near Hörnli

Distance: 35km


Do we make it to Wetzikon in two days or one day? That is the question. 

After the first couple of steps the answer is clear: two days. After the two long, tough previous days, my legs still feel tired and, after discussing it with Fredy, we have to admit another 55 kilometer day would put me close to my limits. And there's really no need to do hurry. And I have the impression Fredy is secretly relieved with the decision as well. 


The weather is muggy. Cloudy, warm with only light winds. The scenery a mix of farmland and forest. Nothing special.

As we get closer to the Hörnli, a 1100 meter hill located in the highlands of Zürich, the scenery gets more interesting, the terrain steeper. Also the clouds give way to the sun.


Progress is good but, despite the good company, it is a bit of a constant fight for both of us. Second to last day for me until reaching another milestone. Home. These second to last days have never been easy for me mentally. I made this experience on other hikes before. Once we arrive at our designated camp spot, I am mighty grateful. It's clear at first sight though that fitting two tents there will be a tight fit. As the forecast predicts a clear sky for the night, I decide to bivy. But until we can settle in for the night, it's still a while. We have a nice fire going, cooking dinner over it. At some point a family of four is joining us for two hours. It's something I got used to while sleeping in shelters for the last couple of weeks. For Fredy, the greenhorn however, it's mildly annoying. Completely understandable. 

Once they have finally left, a spectacular sunset follows. More or less right in front of it: Feldberg. The highest hill of the Black Forest. Feels great to see it again so clearly 5 days after watching the sunrise from up there. 


Slowly but surely we are getting ready for the night. Once in my sleeping bag, I realize how happy I am with the decision not to rush and split the hike into two days. Otherwise, we would not have seen this fantastic sunset. 


Tomorrow, it will be an early start. Watching sunrise from Hörnli. Hopefully as nice as this sunset. 


A rather unspectacular morning
A rather unspectacular morning
Using every opportunity for a swim
Using every opportunity for a swim
The monastery of Fischingen
The monastery of Fischingen
Sunset and camp fire. A winning combination.
Sunset and camp fire. A winning combination.
Fredy enjoying the view
Fredy enjoying the view
Golden hour
Golden hour
A bit crowded. Still, it's super cozy around the warming fire with the wind blowing the smoke away from us.
A bit crowded. Still, it's super cozy around the warming fire with the wind blowing the smoke away from us.
Cozy
Cozy
Good night 😴
Good night 😴
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Day 156: Grüezi Schwiiz (Hello Switzerland)

Friedingen to Lippoldswilen

Distance: 55km


My last day in Germany... And it's not an easy start into the day. I am feeling stiff, my legs tired after yesterday's long day.

Still, I plant one foot in front of the other, making my way towards Konstanz. 


Only half an hour into my hike, I pass by a inviting looking lake. Swimming with explicit permission of the council only a sign says. Saturday at 07:00 and anyone in sight, I take the risk and go for a swim in the bright blue, warm lake anyway. Oh man, it makes me feel so much better. Energized. 


Lake Constance is getting closer quickly. Once close by, I want to follow it as much as possible. So I descend down steeply to the lake only to realize the lake side track is closed due to landslides. After another swim I climbe back up. A 2 kilometer detour. It was worth it though because of the swim in a deserted shingle beach. The detour takes me through a golf course, me not being entirely sure it's so much saver with all the golf balls flying around. 


Eventually, it's back to the lake for a kilometer before the trail is closed again. Screw it. I follow the closed track. Initially difficult than unwalkable.

I drop down to the lake, where I follow a narrow shingle beach. A couple of times I have to navigate around fallen trees. Hip deep I tip-toes through the water. My backpack barely above the water. Who would have thought that would happen on E1 in Germany. A Te Araroa flashback. Wonderful. I enjoy it. 


After a couple of 100 meters and disturbing the peace of a young nudist couple, who for sure did not expect anyone back on track. 10km to Konstanz.


It's busy. I didn't expect anything else. Saturday evening. I do my resupply then start my search for Fredy, my dad, who. will join me on my hike to Wetzikon. How exciting. Really looking forward to it. Eventually, we find each other. It feels great to see him again. 


Together we are looking for an E1 plaque, placed, where E1 has been founded. No luck. We have to go. 19:00 and still 10 kilometers to go. It will be a late arrival. Border crossing is a breeze. It feels not as special as I expected. Maybe because I am in the thru-hiking mode again. Keep going to make it to the camp spot before night falls. Fredy and I do lots of talking. Catching up on what has happened during my time away. Time flies. Unfortunately, we don't make it before darkness arrives. With headlamps on we find our campspot, nicely located near the confluence of two rivers. There's a fire place and being back in Switzerland, it means there's also firewood provided. That's something I love about Switzerland. I have to make use of it and light a fire. After a late night snack we retreat into our tents. I fall asleep almost immediately. 

Too inviting to resist. I go swimming despite not having a permission.
Too inviting to resist. I go swimming despite not having a permission.
Lake Constance with the Swiss Alps in the background
Lake Constance with the Swiss Alps in the background
A church along the way
A church along the way
Interesting walk along the lake
Interesting walk along the lake
Quick rest
Quick rest
Crossing the Rhine
Crossing the Rhine
Black Forest Ice cream
Black Forest Ice cream
I Found Fredy!
I Found Fredy!
We got company
We got company
It would follow us for quite a while
It would follow us for quite a while
On the way, trying to beat nightfall
On the way, trying to beat nightfall
Too late...
Too late...
Late night snack
Late night snack
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Day 155: Meandering

Buchberg to Schlosshof Friedingen

Distance: 55km


Landscape wise, today could not have been more different than yesterday.

Open terrain is offering great views throughout the day.  Walking never gets boring. 

My highlight probably the Hohenhewen Hill with a spectacular 360 degree view from the observation tower.

Once I can spot Lake Constance in the far distance, my motivation skyrockets. Home is really getting close now. 


All the views come at a price: the trail is meandering through the landscape, leading me over basically every hill and past every ruin in the region, probably adding 15 kilometers to the most direct routing. While it surely adds to the attractiveness of today's hike, I consider all the detours a bit too much. For a hike across Europe I'd expect a slightly more direct route. Yet, I feel good, all the up and down don't trouble me too much today. My legs are working like a charm. 


It's already 19:00 when I pass through Singen. A city without an old town, without charm. Not a city I will remember. 

From there it's only 5 kilometers to my 1nitetent host on the Schlosshof Friedingen. My host Matthias, in his mid-twenties, is leasing the farm on a 70 year contract, doing social agriculture. I am quite impressed by his engagement and vision. I'm sure his farm will become a success story. 

We keep talking for quite a while until I excuse myself. I retreat into a staff chamber, which Matthias kiny offered me to sleep in. My last night in Germany. I'll sleep like a king tonight. 


Yesterday's late evening view
Yesterday's late evening view
And the morning view
And the morning view
Open landscape
Open landscape
Me, being in a good hiking mood today
Me, being in a good hiking mood today
Ruins
Ruins
More views
More views
More ruins
More ruins
Not losing focus on the small things
Not losing focus on the small things
Another hill, another nice view
Another hill, another nice view
The corn is growing. While it was only a few millimeters up north in Schleswig-Holstein, it is now taller than me.
The corn is growing. While it was only a few millimeters up north in Schleswig-Holstein, it is now taller than me.
Two volcanoes. Both of them I climbed today.
Two volcanoes. Both of them I climbed today.
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Day 154: The Gorge

Riesenbühl to Buchenberg

Distance: 40km


I fell asleep before the concert came to an end but woke up again, when some French showed up and decided to make a fire and play the guitar. At midnight. I think they didn't notice me until I turned in my sleeping bag so I would face the sky. A busy sky. Full of stars, the milky-way, aircraft, shooting stars and I assume satellites traveling through the space at high speed. Even though I was a bit annoyed with the French in the beginning, the sky was well worth the disturbance. They eventually left and I fell asleep again soon after.


It's a chilly morning as I make my way down to Wutach Gorge. Especially, when the sun is hidden behind the trees. Following the Gorge would make the big chunk of today's hike. Initially, it's rugged, wild. I love it. The trail then gets wider and easier to walk as it climbs away from the river and out of the gorge. Not what I was expecting. Luckily, it descends back down again after a couple of kilometers. It's where the trail gets awfully busy. Old people, young people, scouts, sporty people, fat people. An interesting mix. Some seem to deal with blisters, some are struggling with the trail, which is narrow and steep at times. Overtaking and crossing is not easy, progress painfully slow. At one point, my second pair of Luna sandals bite the dust as well. An unfavorable moment to do that on a busy narrow section. Walking is hardly possible so in a quiet moment, I sit down, do a quick and dirty fix with a cord I have in one of my pockets. Takes me less than a minute but I am actually mildly impressed  with the outcome. Looks shity but works surprisingly well. I keep on going until I reach the end of the gorge trail. 15 kilometers of busy madness. And it's only a weekday. Weekend will be crazy.


The rest of the day I am mostly by myself. What seems like a multi-day hiker is walking with a cat on a leash, filming herself with a selfie stick. While I consider myself as a fairly open minded person, I don't really see the point if going for a multi-day hike with a cat.


After a last steep climb up some stairs (or rather a ladder, I'm not sure) I reach Blumberg, where I do resupply and afterwards tackle the last climb up to Buchenberg, only 5 kilometers from the Swiss border. It's mostly cloudy but the views are quite dramatic. I settle in the shelter, getting ready for bed.


It's been a tough day. The gorge was interesting. A welcome change, a interesting walk. Despite all people down there. 

Busy night sky with the milky-way (bottom right), an aircraft with its strobe lights and two satellites maybe
Busy night sky with the milky-way (bottom right), an aircraft with its strobe lights and two satellites maybe
Morning view from the tower
Morning view from the tower
The bright green Black Forest
The bright green Black Forest
Wild romantic Wutach Gorge
Wild romantic Wutach Gorge
Lovely waterfall
Lovely waterfall
Reflection on the Wutach River
Reflection on the Wutach River
Water everywhere
Water everywhere
Another waterfall
Another waterfall
My navigating the gorge
My navigating the gorge
Me on a shaky bridge with my broken and fixed sandal.
Me on a shaky bridge with my broken and fixed sandal.
Walking between the water and the rock
Walking between the water and the rock
Stairs or already a ladder? It sure is steep
Stairs or already a ladder? It sure is steep
Yummy
Yummy
My shelter
My shelter
... with a dramatic view
... with a dramatic view
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Day 153: Two Early Birds

Rufenholzhütte to Riesenbühlturm

Distance: 30km


02:17 - 17 minutes after waking up we leave our shelter for the top of Feldberg. It's a rocky track with plenty of roots. Care needs to be taken. Yet we have a good pace and at 03:30, we reach the top. The horizon north-east of us is already turning dark blue. A strangely looking, whited colored cloud standing out in the sky, adding a bit of magic.


With 8 degrees Celsius it's chilly. I keep myself warm with some push-ups and a Piz Palü tea, which I have been carrying since Flensburg. Now it's a great time to finally drink it. Up here on the highest point of E1 so far.


After a mediocre sunrise I say goodbye to my new photography and hiking friend and head down towards Schluchsee. A long, shallow descend. In the not-far-distance-anymore, I am able to make out Eiger, Mönch and Jungfrau, some more icon Swiss mountains. 


.I'm planning on a sort day today. I take my time, plenty of photo stops and once at the lake, several swimming stops. There are plenty of possibilities along the way. The water of Schkuchsee colder than the one of Titisee though.


As I approach the village of Schluchsee it is getting busier. I have a stop at a public toilet, the post office and at the tourist information, where I find a power outlet on a lower floor. As it's only another two kilometers to my destination and the time is only 15:00, I spend some time planning my next few days while my phone is charging.

It looks like I will cross the border into Switzerland on Saturday evening or Sunday morning, making it to Wednesday by Sunday evening (with a very long day) or Monday.


With my batteries sufficiently charged, I set off again. I get some groceries for tonight and tomorrow and tackle the last climb up to Riesenbühl. Short but steep. 

The views from the observation tower are nice, unfortunately the Alps not visible. The day turned out to be surprisingly hazy. 


As it's windy as well, I descend again after a quick snack. There's a shelter to spend the night at the bottom of the tower. 


There are still some people around as I am writing these lines. But with the sun having disappeared in the haze, I guess it will get quieter soon, which would be appreciated in order to catch up on some well needed sleep after a long day. 


Up we go
Up we go
Fascinating cloud
Fascinating cloud
Best enjoyed with a hot Piz Palü tea
Best enjoyed with a hot Piz Palü tea
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun
Spectacular
Spectacular
Small things matter as well
Small things matter as well
Eiger, Mönch and Jungfrau. Barely visible.
Eiger, Mönch and Jungfrau. Barely visible.
The last gate of the Westweg for me. I go to Konstanz, Westweg to Basel.
The last gate of the Westweg for me. I go to Konstanz, Westweg to Basel.
Schluchsee. One of the prettier lakes a came across in Germany.
Schluchsee. One of the prettier lakes a came across in Germany.
Cheese time
Cheese time
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Day 152: The Highlands

Brend to Rufenholzhütte

Distance: 40km


A very talkative photographer kept me busy until late. I fact it was past 23:00 when he finally packed and left. I wasn't really up forstar conversation. The day has been a hard one and all I wanted was enjoying the spectacular view.


Comparably late I start into my hiking day, walking past the shelter 200 meters intoy hike... It doesn't look inviting so I'm happy I decided on camping on the bench. 


To my surprise my body was able to recover well. Only in the climbs I feel that my muscles still lacking of energy. Luckily, steep climbs are far and few in between. Mostly, the terrain is gentle as I am still following the high plateau. Only as I get close to Titisee, the trail starts to descend a bit steeper. Cumulus clouds are towering close to the lake, making me push as I am worried about a thunderstorm which would prevent me from going for a badly needed swim.

The clouds disappear as quickly as they have appeared once I arrive at the lake. Being a tourist town, the lake is crowed. Mostly only walking along the promenade. I jump in almost immediately. As anticipated, it feel great. I have lunch and jump right into the lake again, before I continue. My shorts still wet. They keep my cool for a couple of minutes on my way towards Feldberg, with nearly 1500 meters the highest hill in the Black Forest and as far as I remember also the highest point of E1 so far. But I won't head up there today. My goal for tonight a shelter 6 kilometers away. It's a lovely shelter entirely made of massive wood, the wooden smell of it is a pleasure for my nose. 


The plan: getting up early tomorrow morning to be there for sunrise.


Funnily, I am not the only one with this plan. A photographer and trust member of the North-South Trail (Germany's national trail) staying in the shelter as well has the same idea. We agree on getting up at 02:00 and hit the trail by 02:30.


Morning view towards Feldberg
Morning view towards Feldberg
Golden hour
Golden hour
Farmland
Farmland
A beautiful day
A beautiful day
More pasture
More pasture
Titisee
Titisee
Ski jump
Ski jump
The hut
The hut
Perfect for sleeping
Perfect for sleeping
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Day 151: Challenging But Rewarding Black Forest

Haaghütte to Brend

Distance: 50km


No idea if there were mice. I slept like a rock and didn't notice anything and my food is still here when I wake up well rested. 


After an early start, the day begins relatively gentle on a trail which stays high up on the hills until close to Hausach, where it drops steeply into the village. After my resupply and an ice cream, I tackle the climb on the other side of the valley. It's steep, hot, humid. It's challenging. Whenever I think I'm on top, the trail descends again only to climb another top as I am following the ridge. I feel good, enjoy the challenge initially. After 10 kilometers of this up and down I start feeling tired. And I start feeling my left groin. Something I generally only notice while running. 

Luckily, the ridge eventually changes into a high flat. Pastures replace trees, the trails get smoother, the terrain more gentle. 

While shelters and huts were everywhere around Hausach, they are getting rare to nonexistent as I head south. I keep on pushing, trying to get lucky on top of Brend, a scenic lookout. I don't. After 50 kilometers and 2000 vertical meters I am done. And the views are wonderful, I decide on staying, picking one of the many benches to sleep on. 



It's a big, big world
It's a big, big world
Blade up close. These things are huge!
Blade up close. These things are huge!
The amazing Hohenloch Shelter
The amazing Hohenloch Shelter
Can't be more free range than this
Can't be more free range than this
Weather improving towards the evening
Weather improving towards the evening
The Swiss mountains are not visible though
The Swiss mountains are not visible though
Sunset vibed
Sunset vibed
See you tomorrow, sun!
See you tomorrow, sun!
Time for bed
Time for bed
Zzz
Zzz
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Day 150: Views, Views And More Views

Badener Höhe to Haaghütte

Distance: 45km


212 kilometers... So close to home. 4 days if I could hike as the crow flies. But the thru-hiking reality is a bit different. Double the number and it will sound a bit more realistic.


Not that it matters. Especially, if the views are as good as today. France with Strasbourg and the Vosges to my right, the southern parts of the Black Forest ahead. Today I can even make out one of Switzerland's northernmost mountains, the Säntis, with my naked eyes. 

From time to time I need to focus on the things close around me. Mainly on the trail, which is surprisingly rocky. Care is needed as these rocks act like traps. Therefore, I never really get into my hiking flow. Yet, I enjoy my hike on yet another sunny summer day. 

I'm not the only one enjoying the weather. The trails are well used, mainly around car parks and restaurants. Unfortunately, the scenic Black Forest Highway runs parallel to E1. Sometimes close, sometimes a bit further away. As a result the feeling of being in the wilderness never comes up. 


The Lunas' straps I hoped to have fixed yesterday, are breaking up again. I switch to my spare sandals, hoping they will last.


At one point two young lads are catching up with me. They have a good, quick pace. We start talking and I automatically increase my pace as well. 10 kilometers later, our paths split. Probably my quickest 10 kilometers in a while. Ahead of schedule, I decide to skip staying at the hut I initially planned and continue for another 5 kilometers. I'm surprised to find out that it's actually a proper hut with a door and beds. It's dark inside and according to warning engraved in the walls full of mice. Seems like I need to hang my food. 


Speaking of food: I have a lot for dinner. With 2000 vertical meters, tomorrow will be a tough day. 


Dawn from Friedrich Tower
Dawn from Friedrich Tower
Glimpse through the trees
Glimpse through the trees
A rough trail like this is today's standard
A rough trail like this is today's standard
More views
More views
Mummelsee. Very touristy.
Mummelsee. Very touristy.
Really nothing special. But I guess I am a spoiled Swiss mountain boy.
Really nothing special. But I guess I am a spoiled Swiss mountain boy.
Plenty of trails to choose from. I am following the red diamond
Plenty of trails to choose from. I am following the red diamond
In front of the Vosges and Strasbourg
In front of the Vosges and Strasbourg
Haaghütte
Haaghütte
A proper hut
A proper hut
Preparing tomorrow. Notes and food.
Preparing tomorrow. Notes and food.
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Day 149: A Taste Of Home

Schweizerkopf Hütte to Badener Höhe

Distance: 30km


Two people showed up after I finished my dinner. They seemed looking for something. The phone obviously that I found and handed over to a local a few minutes earlier.

I tell them it's on its way to the lost and found somewhere already. Bad timing, bad luck. But we all agreed they will get their phone back eventually.


It's a calm, quiet night. On the chilly side, perfect for sleeping. Well rested, I start into another sunny hiking day.

The trail offers nice views every now and then before dropping down more than 500 vertical meters to Forbach, where I do some resupply for the next two days and also fill my water bottles. I'm halfway into my hike and already need to carry the water for camping. Not ideal but I don't want to risk running out of water.


Climbing up on the other side again goes surprisingly easy despite the high weight of my pack. It is a rocky trail. Not difficult butbit requires me to stay focused. So not too much daydreaming and no Jack Reacher audio books for me. More than halfway into the climb I pass the artificial lake Schwarzenbach. Officially it's not allowed to swim but it's being tolerated. Whatever this means. I find a path down to the water. Going for a swim. Very refreshing. As it is a short day, I take my time. Going in for a second time.


The trail remains rocky. Too rocky for my old and battered sandals. A strap breaks. With probably close to 3000 kilometers they are beyond repair. I try it anyway. Because my second pair is not in its best shape either. But then again, Switzerland is just around the corner.


At 16:00 I reach Badener Höhe. Despite the comparably many vertical meters, I have only done 30 kilometers. While in the beginning of my career as thru-hiker I would have considered this as normal to long day. Now, it feels super short. Impressive, how my body has changed (for the better).

Still, as the next shelter is too far away to reach, I decide to call it a day. It gives me enough time to write this blog, do my exercises and relax for tomorrow, which aren't such a bad thing after all. And... I have my own observation tower offering sweeping views.

I watch the sunset with to other hikers staying for the night as well. One of them carries binoculars with him. He let's me use it. Without much expectation I look south. I nearly drop them when I can make out the Alps. 212 kilometers away are Tödi and Vrenelisgärtli visible in the mist (Peakfinder app helped me to identify them). 2 iconic Swiss mountains. Never would I have expected to see them so far away. What a motivation boost and great ending of my hiking day!

Wetlands. Very Scandinavian...
Wetlands. Very Scandinavian...
Some first morning views
Some first morning views
The view from Hohloh Tower. The sky is dark blue as I only know it from the Swiss mountains during winter. Spectacular!
The view from Hohloh Tower. The sky is dark blue as I only know it from the Swiss mountains during winter. Spectacular!
Descending to Forbach
Descending to Forbach
Farmland around the village
Farmland around the village
Crossing a wooden bridge into Forbach
Crossing a wooden bridge into Forbach
Sundrying after swim number 1
Sundrying after swim number 1
Trail problems. Fixing my Sandal
Trail problems. Fixing my Sandal
My shelter at the bottom
My shelter at the bottom
The Swiss mountains! Unfortunately, I wasn't able to take a descent picture.
The Swiss mountains! Unfortunately, I wasn't able to take a descent picture.
Enjoying yet another...
Enjoying yet another...
... wonderful sunset!
... wonderful sunset!
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Day 148: Black Forest Calling

Pforzheim to Schweizerkopf Hütte

Distance: 35km


Apparently it has been a wild night weather wise according to my hosts. Heavy downpour and thunderstorm. I slept right through it, not noticing a thing.

Seems like I needed to catch up on sleep.


It's still raining as I am sitting in the living room with Martin, enjoying a delicious breakfast consisting of Müesli, bread rolls and coffee. As I am not feeling like rushing out and into the rain just yet, I am taking it slowly. In the TV they are broadcasting a short documentary about the serious draught in the northern parts of Italy. I watch it with interest as I might be walking this area this autumn.

Lack of rain is no issue here in Pforzheim this morning. Nevertheless, I get itchy feet eventually and decide to start into my walking day. I say goodbye to my wonderful hosts and trail angels, with whom I have had a lovely stay. Their hospitality was amazing and they made it super easy for me to recover. Many many thanks Martin and Silvia!


The first kilometers in the rain are not really spectacular. This changes, once I start following the Enz River towards Neuenbürg. A nice riverside walk, which is getting better with the rain fading away and the sun shyly shining through the clouds.

Once past Neuenbürg, the trail leads me into the forest again. Ahead of me, I spot another hiker. She keeps a good pace and I decide to follow 50 or so meters behind. Eventually, she stops at a cross road. I catch up with her and we say hello. As it turns out she's headed for the same direction, doing the Westweg in sections. We walk together, keep on chatting and chatting. It feels comforting to walk with company, sharing stories. Time flies and suddenly, after walking more than 10 kilometers together, we are in Dobel. She's taking the bus back to Pforzheim, for me it's another 6 kilometers to my shelter. Before doing so, she invites me for coffee and lemonade. After some more talking I continue. I feel good. Not tired. Neither mentally nor physically and walking is a breeze. Especially, once I have some sweeping views towards the Rhein and France. 

My shelter offers the same fantastic views. I instantly know I will enjoy a fantastic sunset from this place a couple of hours from now. A lost phone I find at the shelter is keeping me busy as I am trying to figure out how to make out the owner. I give up eventually. A local offers to take it to a lost and found. Good solution I think. 

With this out of the way, I'm back to admiring the view while preparing my dinner. 


What a great start of my Black Forest section! 


Following the Enz River
Following the Enz River
A good looking Opel!
A good looking Opel!
Schweizerkopf Shelter
Schweizerkopf Shelter
Dinner with a view
Dinner with a view
Fantastic view...
Fantastic view...
... and sunset
... and sunset
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Day 147: Zero Day Pforzheim

My legs and mind needed a break from the trail. 

Planning the hike through the Black forest, eating good food, spending time with my wonderful hosts Silvia and Martin and simply just relaxing is what I am doing on this hot Thursday. 

Relaxing
Relaxing
... and eating
... and eating
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Day 146: Same Same But Different

Hühnerbüschle to Pforzheim

Distance: 45km


I did not have to use the emergency slide. Lucky me. It sure looked damn steep...


I'm taking the easy way down via the stairs as I set off after a somewhat restless night without proper sleep. Being just past 05:00, it's still fairly dark. The days are getting noticeably shorter as I'm heading south and away from mid-summer .


Yet, it's quite busy already when I am walking through some I industrial area. 06:00 - the night shifters leave, the early shifters arrive. The night shifters are hurrying to their cars, getting in and accelerating quickly, most probably heading home. It is something I like about E1. The trail gives you a good realistic, faithful insight to the  country.


Other than that, it's a similar day to yesterday. A mix of forest, towns and open farmland. Plenty of wild berries to pick along the way. Highlight once more the mirabelles. 

Progress is good, mainly thanks to the fairly gentle climbs with less vertical meters overall than during the previous days. Having felt sleepy throughout the morning, I decide on trying to do a quick after lunch siesta. With little success. 


I keep on going. As I get closer to Pforzheim, the views get less attractive with deserted looking villages. Most of the shops are for sale. Yet another unfiltered look into Germany. Pforzheim is not much better. Seems like after it got destroyed in the second world war, priority was to rebuild it quickly. And not the looks or design of the city. Maybe I missed it (which might very well the case) but I can't find it's city center, it's identity. 


My couchsurfing hosts are living a bit away and above Pforzheim. Being the last climb of the day, I mobilize my last energy reserves.  Once on top I do my resupply and write this blog, using the time wisely until it's 18:00, the time I promised I'd be there. Because out of experience I'm pretty certain that once I am at my hosts place, I got other better things to do than resupplying and writing this blog. 


Addendum:

Martin and Silvia gave me a wonderful warm welcome, made me feel at home instantly. I took a shower, got my laundry done by Silvia and had a great meal. Plenty of food and nice talks, mainly about traveling. 

Martin offered me the possibility of a zero day. I ponderd over it for a couple of minutes then decide it would actually be a good idea before heading into the black forest. Catching up on sleep and staying out of the heat.

So that's what I will do tomorrow. Sleeping in, taking it easy, recovering from the long days that I have recently done. 


Gochsheim Old Town
Gochsheim Old Town
Your typical view
Your typical view
Mirabelles 😋
Mirabelles 😋
From beginning to end
From beginning to end
The golden gate of Pforzheim - marking the beginning of the Westweg (West Way) from Pforzheim to Basel in Switzerland. I will follow it until Titisee before turning east to Konstanz.
The golden gate of Pforzheim - marking the beginning of the Westweg (West Way) from Pforzheim to Basel in Switzerland. I will follow it until Titisee before turning east to Konstanz.
Typical German Meal. Simply Delicious!
Typical German Meal. Simply Delicious!
And Pfannkuchen for desert
And Pfannkuchen for desert
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Day 145: Farmland Fun

Ziegelhausen Shelter to Hühnerbüschle 

Distance: 50km


A different day compared to yesterday. Firstly the weather: it is sunny throughout the day. And warm. And I have to say: I prefer sweating over rain.

Then there's the landscape: much flatter and mostly farmland. Hardly any forest. The wheatfields are shining golden - a wonderful view. Being quite low, altitude wise, the cherries are mostly gone, replaced by apples and blackberries. Even some mirabelles are ready to eat. One village has a designated stretch of path, where hikers are being encouraged by a sign to pick whatever is ripe. Such a sweet idea!


Other than that there's really not much to tell. I meet a fellow Swiss, nobo from Switzerland to Hamburg. In sections of 2 to five days each. My first Swiss I have met since resuming my hike in Germany. He warns me that the Black Forest will be steep, rough, tough. Sounds like a nice challenge to me.


My overnight spot is located on an outdoor event location with a playground and fitness parcour. Close to the road. Certainly not ideal but there's simply no other option. I'll be up and on the way early tomorrow anyway as a long day but also a nice meal, a shower and a bed are awaiting me in Pforzheim! 

Following the green X through Farmland
Following the green X through Farmland
Especially for you, Rob 😁
Especially for you, Rob 😁
Mirabelles
Mirabelles
A farm shop. And I have some coins left...
A farm shop. And I have some coins left...
What should I choose?
What should I choose?
Of course!
Of course!
A good hiking day
A good hiking day
Vineyards popping up as well today
Vineyards popping up as well today
Why not... Even has an emergency slide in case I burn it down while cooking dinner...
Why not... Even has an emergency slide in case I burn it down while cooking dinner...
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Day 144: Tough Walk In The Rain

Willhelms Ruhe Shelter to Ziegelhausen Shelter

Distance: 50km


Glow worms again! I don't complain. This time however, their light show was soon replaced by a lightning spectacle. It lasted for several hours and robbed me of my sleep. 

The shelter wasn't able to keep me completely dry. Strong gust were blowing in some of the rain. But it was really just a little bit and not really a problem. Still, I had better nights.


Fog has replaced the rain by the time I leave the shelter. Felsenmeer (sea of rocks) nature reserve is only a couple of steps away. In the early morning fog it looks mystical. I have the place for myself.

The descent through the Felsenmeer is steep but on good trails mostly. At one point, a bridge is closed, forcing me to scramble over the rocks. Despite being wet, they are grippy and it's a great way to warm up my body. 


Soon, I leave the Felsenmeer. The rest of the day is dull. Nothing special to say about the tracks and the weather is pretty unstable. Many rainy phases until we'll into the afternoon. I don't mind the change too much though. The cooler weather makes walking a little bit easier. 

Which is a good thing because today, walking needs a lot of effort. It's a constant fight, a battle for each and every kilometer. Despite the lower temperatures. 

Maybe it's the lack of sleep, maybe the up and down. I don't know but these days are simply part of it. 


Because of the though day, I am especially happy and relieved when I finally make it to my shelter. No thunderstorms are predicted so I hope for some good, well needed sleep. 


Felsenmeer
Felsenmeer
Bridge closed? No problem! Finding my way across the boulders.
Bridge closed? No problem! Finding my way across the boulders.
Plenty of rocks
Plenty of rocks
Persistent fog
Persistent fog
Pforzheim: 132.6 km. I will be couchsurfing there on Wednesday. So I need to make long days.
Pforzheim: 132.6 km. I will be couchsurfing there on Wednesday. So I need to make long days.
Oh look, an observation tower (made out of Alpine pine)
Oh look, an observation tower (made out of Alpine pine)
Odenwald. The forest I have been walking through the previous two days.
Odenwald. The forest I have been walking through the previous two days.
Pre dinner snack: Camembert and marinated olives.
Pre dinner snack: Camembert and marinated olives.
My shelter
My shelter
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Day 143: Encounters

Gotthard Franke Shelter to Willhelms Ruhe Shelter

Distance: 45km


I'm glad I opted for the shelter and not the cocktail party. As I was lying in my sleeping bag, glow worms started dancing around the shelter. Some even around my head. Magical. Unique. At least for me. Beats every cocktail party and 5 Star hotel.


Lots of forest, flat terrain. That's the first part of the day. I wouldn't consider it boring but after yesterday a bit of straightforward, tranquil walking is appreciated. After lunch time, I leave the forest for some gentle hills, mostly farmland. I seem to attract attention of some of the many people walking or cycling today. People ask me from where to where I am headed. When I answer I started at Nordkapp, people normally get curious and good conversations are taking place. Generally, they are headed the same direction but all are still different and I enjoy these chatting stops.

In Frankenhausen for example I even get invited for ice cream and coffee by a lovely couple that is spending most of the year in their camper van. Next project: Sicily. Same as mine...

And just a couple of minutes later I have a chat with an older couple. I meet them on a rather steep stretch of a path. She's 84, he's a 89 doctor. I'm impressed how well they are still managing the climb.


Obviously, progress is made slow by all the talking and nearly comes to a halt when a clasp on my shoulder strap snaps. My backpack starts showing its age. Luckily there's hardly anything a bit of duck tape can't fix. At least temporarily. 

Yet, I'm still very happy with my backpack. With 15000 kilometers and despite being thrown over sheep fences in New Zealand and reindeer fences in Norway, it's still going strong. Eventually, I will write an ode to my backpack as it will be replaced soon. Its state of the art great grandson is already waiting for me in Switzerland.


By 19:00 I reach my shelter. It's super basic but has a cherry tree right beside it. And it should keep me dry during the night, which is supposed to be rainy. 

Morning mood
Morning mood
Art along the way
Art along the way
Track to nowhere
Track to nowhere
Ice cream time
Ice cream time
Cherry picking hand
Cherry picking hand
View from the shelter
View from the shelter
Minimalistic Willhelms Ruhe Shelter
Minimalistic Willhelms Ruhe Shelter
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Day 142: Contrasts

Schloßborn to Gotthard Franke Shelter

Distance: 55km


The couch is so comfy. I'd love to stay another hour or even two. But I am on a mission today: firstly, I want to climb the Grosser Feldberg, the highest point in the area, before the Saturday crowd arrives. Secondly, plan to cross Frankfurt by this evening as I don't feel like staying the night in town.

Comparably late but still reasonably early, I head out into the misty morning air, creating a mystical atmosphere in combination with the low morning sun. I manage to take a photo I wanted to take for a long time but never worked out. What a good start into my day!


To the top of Feldberg it's 9 kilometers and around 400 vertical meters. A continuous climb, sometimes steeper sometimes less steep. My legs feel reasonably well and two hours later I enjoye a good view from the top. There's a road up here so access is easy. Yet, I have the place nearly for myself. Goal achieved. I continue to Altkönig, the next hill on my way. I leave E1, take a short cut up a steep and

rocky slope. Unexpected but a nice little challenge. Altkönig is completely different to Feldberg. No building, much wilder and seems to be popular with trail runners. On the way down I choose my own path again. The steeper path takes me down through blueberry fields, full of ripe berries. With the slightly rocky surrounding it feels like to be back in Scandinavia. A good feeling. I take my sweet time, eating berries, enjoying my surroundings. Not a single other soul around. Eventually, I continue my way down. Hard to imagine that in a couple of hours I'd be in a completely different surrounding. Busy, hectic maybe. But then again, Frankfurt is a financial center and it's Saturday so maybe not so busy after all. 


Once out of the forest, Frankfurt's skyline with the massive Telecom Tower comes into view. Still far away but getting closer as I cross some farm land. It's hot out here in the sun. Especially compared to the forest. E1 takes an interesting route, passing through some low income places, a massive shopping mall, parks and the telecom tower, which is a bit outside of the downtown area. I think it's where E1 gives you a good insight of the "real" Germany. I find it interesting observing people why I walk through these area. People doing what you do on a sunny Saturday. BBQ on the balcony, celebrating a birthday in the park, playing mini golf...

As I get closer to downtown, it gets bussier and busier. Busier than I expected on a late Saturday afternoon (yup, I'm running quite late. It's going to be a long day walking well into the sunset. Too much time spent eating blueberries).


I'm getting tired. Not physically but mentally. So much going on around me. Looking for the markings (which are sometimes clearly visible and understandable and sometimes not) and looking out for traffic needs a fair bit of concentration.


As I get closer to the Main River, men in their suits and the ladies in their cocktail dress are being dropped off for a party. Bankers maybe, finding ways to spend their money. Gosh, I feel out of place! Doesn't matter though. Somehow, I enjoy watching them living a life so distant from mine. A life I wouldn't want to live.


I do quick resupply as I get closer to the city boundaries. It's an abrupt change: I cross a road, a deer fence and it gets quiet around me. No sign of the city behind me. Only a few people on their evening stroll. It feels good. My brain can wind down again.  Especially because the markings, now done by another hiking club, are fantastic: a marking warning of a turn well in advance, one at the turn itself and one afterwards, confirming you are on the right trail. Not some kind of unclear markings by trying to only have one sign for both directions.


Aircraft flying into Frankfurt, one of the world's busiest airports, disrupt the quiet. Some would call it noise, I call it music. Every couple of seconds I look up, trying to identify the aircraft landing on one of the 3 parallel runways. Challenging as the trees are limiting the view. Otherwise it would be too easy ;)


Finally, at 21:30 I reach my shelter. Tired but happy. What a lovely, diverse day it had been!

Following the sun
Following the sun
The panorama from Feldberg
The panorama from Feldberg
Scandinavia flashback
Scandinavia flashback
Rocky trail
Rocky trail
Grosser Feldberg as seen from Altkönig
Grosser Feldberg as seen from Altkönig
Butterflies
Butterflies
Frankfurt coming into view
Frankfurt coming into view
Downtown Frankfurt
Downtown Frankfurt
Different kind of trees
Different kind of trees
9 lanes, 1 plane... Korean Air Cargo B77LRF ;)
9 lanes, 1 plane... Korean Air Cargo B77LRF ;)
Back to where I feel more comfortable
Back to where I feel more comfortable
Gotthard Franke Shelter
Gotthard Franke Shelter
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Day 141: An Electrifying Ending

Cramberg to Schloßborn

Distance: 50km


The predicted thunderstorms and heavy rain didn't materialize. I'm a bit angry because if I stayed, I could have witnessed a beautiful evening sky. From the shelter I moved to right after the sunset, I could only get a glimpse of the burning sky.

Anyway, how could I have known. And better be save than sorry.


As there is no rain when I get up either, I decide to hit the trail as quickly as possible. A long day lies ahead of me. A day, which starts with a shameful piece of trail. Overgrown, hardly walkable. Eventually, I make my way through and most of the remaining day is pretty uneventful. Well, Idstein, a village I pass by  has a lovely old town. After the strolling through it, I make my way into the forest again. Dark clouds now looming overhead. I'm pushing, trying to make it to my 1nitetent host before things turn ugly. Without success. 5 kilometers before Schloßborn, rain starts pouring down. And thunder. Very close to me. Bad timing means that I am on an mostly open field. I find shelter in a structure on some kind of place used for events. But I am far away from feeling comfortable. 1 second between lightning and thunder is way too close for comfort. The thunders are loud, the shelter shaking. I distract my self by writing this blog as the thunderstorm is going on. Hopefully, it will be over soon.


Addendum:

It took a long while for the thunderstorm to pass. After finishing the blog I was doing my stretching with the storm still going on. Once the aircraft in or outbound Frankfurt started flying again, I decided I'd continue as well. The temperature dropped significantly, making walking quite pleasant, despite the rain.

Shortly before 20:00 I entered the front yard of my 1nitetent host. He let me into his house and offered me his couch immediately, because he's scared his wet lawn might suffer from my tent. I agree ;) Win win! 

Signs - made to confuse
Signs - made to confuse
Find the trail...
Find the trail...
I'm going places... Such a good motivation seeing how far I have come already!
I'm going places... Such a good motivation seeing how far I have come already!
Dark clouds looming on the horizon
Dark clouds looming on the horizon
Airfield
Airfield
The reason on the hangar door why I find it difficult to like glider pilots
The reason on the hangar door why I find it difficult to like glider pilots
Idstein
Idstein
Perfectly imperfect
Perfectly imperfect
Waiting for the thunderstorm to pass
Waiting for the thunderstorm to pass
Caution - hiking frogs... 😁
Caution - hiking frogs... 😁
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Day 140: Some Proper Hiking

Steimel (Wirges) to Gabelstein

Distance: 50km


It's another warm morning. I start walking at around 05:00, already in shorts and shirt. The morning atmosphere is lovely as I make my way into Montabaur - a nice town but probably I won't remember for long. After Montabaur, the trail would go via Köppel. Since the observation tower is not opening until 10:00 I decide to do a short cut. Big mistake as I end up bush bashing and collecting ticks. It takes me up to an hour to remove all 30 or so. Hopefully, I didn't miss one.

The hike until Nassau is quite boring. Luckily, I remain within cooling beech forest for most of the hike. Eventually, the trail drops down into Nassau, where I grab a big ice cream. As it turns out, I'd need all the energy it contains:

The remaining 20 kilometers along the Lahn River are, after a level start, a constant up and down. Sometimes quite steep but technically never difficult. Only physically challenging. I find it interesting how I generally can squeeze out some extra energy when I need it. Like a booster.

All these climbs make me sweat like a bull. Twice do I need to ask locals for water.


The effort however is well worth it. It's an wonderful stretch of E1 in Germany. Quite rewarding. Especially when I arrive at the fantastic Gabelstein lookout, overlooking the river far below me.

I'm not sure yet if I will stay here to the next shelter, 500 meters away. This one here is exposed and with thunderstorms forecasted maybe not the smartest idea to spend the night. But for the moment I'll be staying, enjoying the sunset. 

Early morning hiking
Early morning hiking
Montabaur
Montabaur
Kneipp foot bath
Kneipp foot bath
Refreshing
Refreshing
Hot and dry
Hot and dry
Time to cool down
Time to cool down
A monastery along the way
A monastery along the way
Physically challenging part along the river
Physically challenging part along the river
A lovely trail this afternoon
A lovely trail this afternoon
Still dry and hot
Still dry and hot
Fabulous view to end my day
Fabulous view to end my day
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Day 139: Reset Needed

Drescher Fichten to Steimel (Wirges)

Distance: 50km


Seems like I got up with the wrong foot today. 

Firstly, I left the camera's wifi turned on overnight, a mishap, which completely drained battery. Then, on the first couple of meters, I pick up several ticks. Then I follow some old, wrong markings and end up on a busy road. An annoying 10 minutes road walk is the result.

After the road walk I find myself a bench. I sit down to eat a bit and to press the reset button in my head. And after the reboot things go smoother, much smoother.

No more getting lost, the battery is still drained. But this I can't change anymore.


The views are lovely at times. At one point I climb the observation tower of Alpenrod. With 33 meters, the observation platform offers sweeping views. Towards the south, were I am heading, the terrain doesn't look too hilly. Only in the far distance one can make out the higher hills of the Taunus Range near Frankfurt, where I plan on being on Saturday.


The day gets better when I reach the Westerwälder Seenplate, some lakes scattered in the Westerwald, and find a good place to swim. All legal (I think). After not going for a swim for days, I am a bit hesitant. No idea why. Too many "no swimming" signs floating around my head. 

But eventually I go in, it's so tempting with the air temperature being around 30 degrees Celsius. And it's beautiful! I swim some circles, enjoying the refreshing water. Surprisingly, I have the place to myself. I'm wondering where everyone is but don't exactly care.


The next lake is 5 kilometers away. And guess what, I have to go in again. Go swimming whenever you can, I say to myself. It might be the last swim for a long time.


The remaining 15 kilometers are fairly unspectacular again. But it seems like everyone wants something from me: ticks, mosquitoes and horse flies on this last kilometers. 

Doesn't matter, my day has already been a success and I won't let them spoil it. Yup, I have definitely lowered my standards compared to Scandinavia, where I could have gone swimming 20 times a day ;) 


My legs eventually start lacking energy. I decide to camp on top of a hill, next to chapel under some oak trees. Most probably I won't pitch my tent. The weather is good. It won't be tomorrow night though, with heavy rain und thunderstorms predicted. 


Saying good morning to the cows
Saying good morning to the cows
E1 offering some good views
E1 offering some good views
Happy hiking
Happy hiking
A ford! This comes unexpected...
A ford! This comes unexpected...
View from 33 meters up
View from 33 meters up
One of the lakes along the way
One of the lakes along the way
Swim = mood booster
Swim = mood booster
Unspectacular afternoon views
Unspectacular afternoon views
Caution: shabby looking hiker
Caution: shabby looking hiker
My resting eh... camping place
My resting eh... camping place
Nice view to fall asleep with
Nice view to fall asleep with
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Day 138: Mid-summer Berry Heaven

Siegen to Drescher Fichten

Distance: 40km


Continuous change while being on the trail. That's what I wrote a couple of days ago. Well, to be honest, some things remains the same over the years. Like leaving trail angels. It's still difficult for me. No difference today. Therefore, I keep the goodbye brief and hit the trail once I am ready. No good in dragging it out.


It's a lovely, with 8 degrees Celsius pleasant morning. The hike itself is more diverse than the previous days have been. Different kind of forest and cute little towns. Best of it all are the berries though. Seems like they all waited for the longest day to ripe. Until today, besides the blueberries, there wasn't really anything to pick. Which made me a bit sad, made me think if I should have started my hike in Flensburg a bit later.

No such thoughts today! Raspberries, wild strawberries and to my delight also Juneberries I find along the way. Not heaps of them but in combination with the cherries I nearly could grab something sweet permanently. And what surprises me is how sudden they all became ripe. 

But... I also have some walking to do. Up and down and up and down and up.

Towards the end of the day, I decide to deviate from E1 and follow the Westerwald Trail number 5, which would take me from Herdorf to Bad Marienberg more direct fashion than E1, which is deviating way towards the east. And I don't really feel like doing that today.


Shortly before reaching my spot for the night, I have a super funny, somewhat sarcastic chat with two older ladies. In the end they press me a 10 Euro bill into my hand. A first for me. Do I really look so shabby already? :D Anyway, I don't say no of course. This will buy me a lot of well needed ice cream!


The spot I picked for camping is, well, okay I guess, so I decide on staying here. It's a massive BBQ hut but lacking of chairs, tables and the like. Staying there is probably not tolerated but it's past 20:00, I am hungry and tired and don't expect anyone showing up anyway. 


A bit of pasture to start the day with
A bit of pasture to start the day with
A huge E1 sign/painting on a water reservoir
A huge E1 sign/painting on a water reservoir
Brick buildings
Brick buildings
Half timbered houses
Half timbered houses
Berries and cherries!
Berries and cherries!
Me, whenever I spot a cherry tree
Me, whenever I spot a cherry tree
Me looking for a cherry tree. And I like the chair, that is why I took the photo
Me looking for a cherry tree. And I like the chair, that is why I took the photo
A lovely lake a bit off trail. Swimming unfortunately not permitted
A lovely lake a bit off trail. Swimming unfortunately not permitted
Druidenstein. Climbing unfortunately not permitted. Gosh, these Germans and their rules...
Druidenstein. Climbing unfortunately not permitted. Gosh, these Germans and their rules...
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Day 137: Zero Day Siegen

Day 137: Zero Day Siegen


Gegwallde Geschdallde - this was they typically Siegerländer dish Gabi prepared for me yesterday. Delicious and a extremely welcome change after all the trail food.


Today is a typical Zero day for me. Relaxing, taking it slow, getting my thoughts away from the trail and walking. 

I spend a lovely day with my hosts tiki-touring the area in their Beetle and the Duck, eating more delicious food (Reibeplätzchen) and simply having good, interesting conversations.


The day is, like all zero days, passing way too quickly. So I want to keep today's short. Enjoying every minute of it. 

Gegwallde Geschdallde
Gegwallde Geschdallde
Tiki touring with the Beetle
Tiki touring with the Beetle
Ice cream 😋
Ice cream 😋
Half timbered houses
Half timbered houses
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Day 136: It's all About Change

Grossgemeindenstein to Siegen

Distance: 30km


There's this one thing with thru-hiking: you keep moving, have to. Things around you keep changing. Be it the landscape, the food, the people, the weather.

You constantly keep leaving things behind. Mostly good things, but not only.

All you take with you are memories.


Sometimes it is not easy for me to leave things behind. For example leaving the Norwegian mountains for the Swedish forest, leaving a comfortable, warm bed of trail angels for rain and wind outside. It's simply part of the game. And it's a part I love about thru hiking. 


Because change can also be the other way. Mosquitoes, mud,... Also these hot days, the sorry looking forest which I am currently experiencing are only temporary. They won't last forever. They will be gone eventually. Maybe tomorrow, maybe in a week, maybe a month. Different things will come my way. Better, worse? I'll walk and see, expecting the unexpected. 


With this in mind I make an early start into my day. Trying to beat the heat. It's warm already when I start though, luckily getting considerably cooler once I drop down into the Ilse River Valley, which I'm following for a couple of kilometers. Sometimes the trail is impassable due to fallen trees blocking my way, so I use the road instead. No problem, as I have the road for myself on this early Sunday morning. Highlight, if you want to call it that way, is the Heiligenborn Spring. Apparently, its water can cure all kind of diseases. Despite feeling completely healthy, I refill my water bottle, enjoying a sip of the ice cold water. 

The rest of the walking day is fairly unspectacular. A thin, high cloud layer is blocking the sun. It's muggy. Yet, it's a bit easier to walk. Around noon I stumble across the second highlight: a cherry tree. Nothing special about that per se, as I have passed hundreds of them, but this one, standing in the parking lot of Aldi, is full of more or less ripe cherries. Finally, I can eat them. My hiking poles come handy as I can use them to grab some higher limbs. 

From the cherry tree in Deuz it's only another 3 hours to Siegen. I let my trail angels, who will host me for two days (I'll do a zero day here. After roundabout 1000 kilometers and 3 weeks, which took me halfway across Germany, I want to give my body a day to recover), know about my ETA of 15:00. An early finish after a comparably short day. On the last couple of meters, some tiny droplets of rain are falling on my head. Change - the only constant in a thru-hiker's life. 


7 minutes before 3 I ring the door bell. Gabi, my wonderful host, let's me in promptly. After a quick tour around the house I head straight into the shower. Important things first. 


I head down again for some bread and cheese and a Miami Flip - orange juice with vanilla ice cream. Super refreshing after such a day. 


Two days ago, Gabi asked my what I'd like for dinner. I replied a local dish would be nice. 

She tells me, she had to think hard about what to cook. But found something. Something with potatoes. I'm looking forward to that a lot, curios what she will cook for me! 



Walking, the sun in my back
Walking, the sun in my back
Heiligenborn Spring
Heiligenborn Spring
Typical view today
Typical view today
Walking in the noon heat
Walking in the noon heat
Cherries 😊
Cherries 😊
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Day 135: Forest, what Happened To You?

Kalte Kirche Shelter to Grossgemeindenstein

Distance: 40km


A similar morning mood like the day before. Only warmer. My motivation to pack and leave could be better. I rather prefer to snooze for another hour until I get itchy feet.


About the hike itself there really isn't much to say. Progress is somewhat slow, with the heat the limiting factor. I take an early break, eating all the food that is still in my backpack. My next resupply is only 8 kilometers or two hours away. In Bad Berleburg. 

Once there, I'm a bit reluctant to enter the supermarket. I'm sweating like a bull, my feet and even shins are black from the dusty road. Seeing 90 percent of the customers still wearing their face masks (I wonder why, initially I even wonder if it's mandatory) makes me feel a bit better and I enter the store. Also the desire for an ice cream is becoming too strong. Water and fruits are on top of my list as well though. Keeping myself hydrated. 


With 3.5 liters of water  in my backpack, I continue. Not many places to fill up water until tomorrow afternoon. And you really don't want to run low on water. Not during this heat wave. 

After the initial shock, my body starts getting used to the new weight

10:00 and a temperature gauge at a gas station already shows 33 degrees Celsius. I'm battling with the heat, especially in the climbs. During these moments, I am happy  I do all the running in Switzerland. With the acquired stamina I can squeeze out some extra energy. 

The forest is of not much use. In many area it's just gone, some scattered, sorry looking trees not bringing any relief. 

As during the previous days, the sight of this esolate landscape, truckloads of timber piling up left and right of the forestry roads makes me sad, thoughtful. It's scary what damage human interference can do. I wonder how many years, no, decades it will take for these scars to heal. 


Mid afternoon approaches. I'd kill for a swim, even a quick dip into the water. But there's nothing. Nada. How lucky we are in Switzerland with lakes and rivers scattered all over the place. 


E1 makes quite a long detour via the outskirts of Bad Laasphe. As I've got everything I need, I decide to make a short cut via Sassmannshausen. Saves me some hours out in the heat.

After another short, late siesta, waiting for the sun to descend a little, loosing a bit of its strength, I continue. A last climb takes me up to Grossgemeindestein. A memorial and two shelters, once surrounded by forrest look a bit lost in the current wasteland. Still, they are as good as any other shelters and do what they are supposed to do. Giving shelter from the sun. 


My watch tells me I walked a bit over 40 kilometers. My gut tells me I have done less. Well, better this way than the other way round. Yet, the heat sucked out my energy today. Time to recharge for another hot day tomorrow.

Start into a hazy, hot day
Start into a hazy, hot day
"E1: the journey is my reward" I mostly agree.
"E1: the journey is my reward" I mostly agree.
Can you feel the heat?
Can you feel the heat?
On my way south
On my way south
Many lupins
Many lupins
Between forest and pastures
Between forest and pastures
A common view today. Not attractive at all.
A common view today. Not attractive at all.
My shelter at Grossgemeindenstein
My shelter at Grossgemeindenstein
Ready to call it a day
Ready to call it a day
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Day 134: I Blame It On Jack

Oelkesberg Shelter to Kalte Kirche Shelter 

Distance: 45km


Some high cirrus clouds are decorating the early morning sky, as I start into another hiking day. It's dry, warm. The rich smell of fresh cut grass is hanging in the air. A lovely morning. 


The views of the rolling hills in front of the rising sun are fantastic. The landscape is covered in yellow light. I enjoy every moment of it until I head into the forest. And forest is what I see throughout most of the day. A constant up and down (probably the most vertical meters so far), over Heiden and some viewing points like the Kahler Asten, which is crawling with people. Yet, I find a bench, away from the trouble and have a short siesta. The heat is daunting. 


After yesterday, today I once more miss a turn and walk into the wrong direction. Half an hour wasted. And as if I don't walk enough already. I can't blame it on the markings. But I can point my finger at Jack Reacher. As main character in the new thriller "Sentinel" by Lee Child. It's captivating. Too captivating. It's consuming my attention. Missing turns the result. Still, I'll keep listening to this audio book. It's too addictive. And time is flying. 


During my siesta on Kahler Asten, I also search for possible places to spend the night. I find to options. Antonius Häuschen, along the trail, and Kalte Kirche Shelter 1.5 kilometers off trail. I hope the first option will cut it but after a last strenuous climb from Westfeld it's instantly clear the place is not suitable. So I continue for another 20 minutes. The scenery looks like this morning. Pastures, great views. Time passes quickly and in no time I reach the shelter. It's neat, the view fantastic. Only the root covered floor is a bit of a turn off. Gonna be tricky to find a place to but the mattress. But I am done for the day. No way I continue. And the view is simply too good to continue. And I wouldn't know where to go either. 

So I enjoy my dinner with a view. Lentil Fusilli. My favorite 😋


Lovely morning mood to start into my day
Lovely morning mood to start into my day
The view!
The view!
Everything covered in golden light
Everything covered in golden light
The skiing town of Willingen
The skiing town of Willingen
Siesta time
Siesta time
Nice stretch through some wetlands
Nice stretch through some wetlands
Only a bit more than 3000 kilometers to go. Peanuts.
Only a bit more than 3000 kilometers to go. Peanuts.
My shelter
My shelter
And my dinner
And my dinner
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Day 133: Breaking Out of The Routine

Oesdorf to Oelkesberg Shelter

Distance: 40km


Sleeping in is something I haven't done for years. Not because I don't won't to but I am simply not able to.

Also today I wake up at 07:30. Which is super late for me though. I feel fit, refreshed. 

After a bit of planning and writing on my blog (which kind of got neglected yesterday for obvious reasons), I join Bernhard, his two very friendly daughters and son in law for breakfast with coffee, warm bread toast, cheese, fresh eggs from his chickens. What a great way into the day!


I take it slowly, don't feel like hurrying to get back on the trail quickly. And...in fact, I already walked a bit today. 2 kilometers from the shelter to Bernhard's house shortly past midnight ;) 

After some planning and writing and finally packing, I get ready to go. Bernhard joins me on my first steps today. I really enjoy walking with him. Eventually, it's time to say goodbye. As I make my way out of the village, I am thinking of the great time I had here with these wonderful people. My friend George quoted on my yesterday's blog "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy". And yesterday's nice experience, the breaking of the trail routine, which basically is hike, eat, sleep and repeat, feels refreshing indeed. 


With all the memories in my backpack, walking goes easy. An 11 o'clock start feels a bit weird though as I'm used to start hiking with sunrise. But progress is good. Over farmland mostly with not much forest. Yet, the wind makes walking in the sun rather pleasant. More towns in between make the hike feel less remote than yesterday.


At 20:30 I reach a shelter, which I spotted during my planning this morning. After 40 kilometers it's a good time to end my hike for today. The shelter is a long distance to the next town or road and nobody around, which, after yesterday's nice but also exhausting evening is something I quite appreciate. 


Yesterday's great company
Yesterday's great company
Bernhard, my lovely host
Bernhard, my lovely host
Leaving Oesdorf
Leaving Oesdorf
Leaving Oesdorf
Leaving Oesdorf
Marsberg
Marsberg
Hello there
Hello there
Fiels all around me
Fiels all around me
Plenty of these too
Plenty of these too
The view from...
The view from...
... My shelter
... My shelter
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Day 132: Vitamin D (and Beer) Overdose

Velmerstot to Oesdorf

Distance: 50km


Some people showed up for sunset at 22:00, some for moonrise of the supermoon a couple of minutes later. 

Since the double decker observation tower is quite big, it never felt crowded. 


Sunrise a couple of hours later is spectacular as well. This time I'm the only one up there, I enjoy every minute of it. 


With such a wonderful start into my day, it feels like I am floating down along the shallow descending ridge. Shortly after I bump into Johanna, who just got out of her tent and who is doing a multiday hike. We have a nice conversation and after a long hug I am on my way again. 

Plenty of the pine forest has become a victim of the Bark Beetle, the lack of rain and storms during the last 10 or so years. It's a sad sight. No shelter from the sun, which is burning down relentlessly. At one point, I open my umbrella, to get at least a little bit of shade. I don't mind the heat, my body seems to cope quite well with it. Yet, progress is getting a bit slower and the feeling of floating has been vaporized by the sun. 


Shortly before Blankenrode, I'm under the shade of the trees again. What a welcome change. After 45 kilometers I'm ready to set camp near a shelter a couple of steps away from Blankenrode. It doesn't look too inviting though. A sign says 4 kilometers to the next shelter and, even though I am not really in the physical state to continue I do so anyway. 

And oh boy, it is so worth it. Not the walk there, but what I experience at that shelter, where a theater group is celebrating. Before I can put down my pack, I get asked if I an vegan. I deny it and soon sit amongst a cheerful bunch of lovely people, drinking beer, Schnaps and eating lots of delicious food. A great evening with lots of talking and laughing. 


It's getting late, or I should rather say early. Shortly past midnight, I get ready to set up my camp (which I had do time and motivation to do before), when Bernhard offers me his couch and a hot shower. I can't believe how lucky this night is turning out for me. Together we walk into the town of Oesdorf and to his beautiful place. 

After a shower, it's shortly before 1 in the morning, I call it a day. A long day, an evenful, fantastic day. Definitely one to remember! 



Good morning!
Good morning!
A flower
A flower
Desolate landscape
Desolate landscape
Hello :)
Hello :)
Dusty roads, sexy feet
Dusty roads, sexy feet
Break at "Schöne Aussicht"
Break at "Schöne Aussicht"
Under the trees again
Under the trees again
View of Oesdorf
View of Oesdorf
Great way to end a day
Great way to end a day
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Day 131: Blueberries And A View

Lemgo to Velmerstot

Distance: 35km


A cold, humid night left my tent covered in morning dew. Might sound romantic but it certainly isn't. A wet tent means some extra weight. After a relatively late start, I leave Lemgo behind. As I climb up and out of the cold air, the temperature is rising considerably, making walking much more pleasant. My mood improves even more when I spot some wild cherry. Not completely ripe just yet, but definitely good for eating. Three hours later, I reach Detmold. Time for resupply. As my timing is a bit unlucky (no possibility to resupply tomorrow and day after tomorrow with a public holiday on Thursday), I need 4 days worth of food. Plus 3 liters of water for today, tonight and tomorrow. My body struggles a bit with the increased weight. I need to take it slow. 


After a strenuous climb I reach the Herrmansdenkmal, a hilltop memorial to a Germanic chieftain. It is massive, reminds me of the Statue of Liberty. This guy must have left quite an impression. 


The next tourist spot are the Externsteine. Some rocks that actually look quite attractive. I think it's a bit of a shame they somewhat ruined by making their tops accessible. I'm surprised they didn't buit a roller-coaster around it too. I leave them behind as well, passing a Heide, packed with blueberries. This comes unexpected as I thought I have left the blueberries behind for good. Even more fantastic to see they are ready to be picked. Even though they are small, they taste delicious. The highlight so far today. Far better than these tourist spots. And that's a reason why I like thru-hiking. Going to these tourist places by car or public transportation, I'd have never experienced that and missed this highlight and would have to be satisfied with the touristy things. 


With my belly full of blueberries a short but steep climb takes be up the Velmerstot. Two peaks, one that seems to be in it's original state, the other one heavily altered. Apparently it was used for as a military defense site. Now a massive observation tower sits on top of the flattened peak. The views are staggering. Clear sky, excellent visibility. After another somewhat tough day for me, mostly through forest, I'm soaking up the scenery, getting the motivation to keep trekking southbound. 


Dead forest along the way
Dead forest along the way
Blueberry field
Blueberry field
Heading south
Heading south
Sightseeing at Hermannsdenkmal
Sightseeing at Hermannsdenkmal
Externsteine
Externsteine
Blueberries 😊
Blueberries 😊
Eggeturm
Eggeturm
Dinner time
Dinner time
Picking blueberries while sitting on a bench. Life's good!
Picking blueberries while sitting on a bench. Life's good!
More views
More views
Good night!
Good night!
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Day 130: Up's And Down's

Shelter near Ahorn to Lemgo

Distance: 35km


Many up's and down's today. Not only the terrain but also regarding the weather, the trail and my hiking spirit


Weather: The days starts with some shy rays of sun, followed by a shower of rain, sun, more heavy rain, sun, rain and sun again to finish the day with. Wind makes it uncomfortably chilly at times. Luckily I have my umbrella handy, preventing me from getting soaked.


Trail: the first couple of kilometers are overgrown. It's walkable, no question, still, the stinging nettles and the ticks make it a rather unpleasant walk. The trail experience improves and plenty of lovely walk through beech forest follows. I very much enjoy this kind of forest as it provides a good balance between shelter without feeling too confined due to the limited undergrowth. And of course the contrast between the light green leaves, the blue sky shining through and the golden leaves on the floor from last year make for a pleasant contrast. 


Hiking spirit: the weather and trail are obviously influencing my hiking spirit. It's a tough start into the day, feeling a bit stiff and exhausted from the previous day. After an extensive break on top of the observation tower of Asch, to wait for a shower to pass, I feel much better and walking goes surprisingly easy for the next two hours, when I start feeling dizzy. A heavy head. A feeling I have not yet encountered on any of my hikes. I take another long break, having a short nap.


While the nap didn't work wonders, my head still feels clearer on the last 3 kilometers into Lemgo. I have another stop to clean my dirty feet, get some food and manage to make it to my 1nitetent host right on time. 


They ask me if I need anything. Shower? Laundry? I say yes twice, the full program. They reply their son is a thru-hiker as well and therefore know the drill of being trail angels. He's currently hiking Cape Wrath Trail. A small world. 


They invite me to join dinner and we end up talking until late. What a nice ending of a turbulent day. 

Dark sky ahead
Dark sky ahead
Plenty of nice views today
Plenty of nice views today
Changeable weather
Changeable weather
Up up up
Up up up
Some nice trail
Some nice trail
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Day 129: Burning Legs

Alte Taufe to Shelter near Ahorn

Distance: 50km


Sleeping in or without my sleeping bag - that's the question. The temperatures don't make it easy to decide. While sleeping without a sleeping is too chilly, sleeping in the bag is too warm and I ended up waking up several times, either to slide in or out of my sleeping bag.


A bit tired I continue my hike along the shallow, wide ridge. While the sun is out, the trees are blocking the views. The ridge is scattered with all kind of antennas and measuring equipment. Of them all mainly the radar used for Air Traffic Control catches my attention. Eventually, I climb down the Deister ridge and enter Münden. A small but charming town. Again I enter forest and climb the next hill.


Throughout the day it is a constant up and down. Especially, the climb after Hameln, yet another nice town, is steep. The 3 liters of water doesn't make it easier (I deviated from the trail earlier to pass through a cemetery. And sure enough they had a water tab there).

By this time I already have 40 kilometers in my legs with most of the energy gone. Still, I manage to continue for another 10 kilometers through undulating terrain when I spot the shelter, which I looked up beforehand. Since it's never really clear if they are suitable to sleep in, I am delighted to see this one is.

And the view is lovely. Probably the best view I have had so far in Germany.


It's also been the toughest day in Germany. 50 kilometers on flat terrain is one thing but 50 kilometers with more than 1000 vertical meters another. I'm glad to feel that, even though I am pretty tired and my legs are burning as I'm writing these lines, my legs and lungs still have power for all this climbs. With this in my mind, I am actually looking forward to tackle the hillier terrain ahead of me. 

Radar
Radar
Typical view outside of the forest
Typical view outside of the forest
Münden
Münden
After sharing a couple of kilometers with E1, E11, originating in the Baltics, is turning west towards The Hague.
After sharing a couple of kilometers with E1, E11, originating in the Baltics, is turning west towards The Hague.
Hameln
Hameln
Pretty busy downtown
Pretty busy downtown
Weser River
Weser River
Once more a sunny day
Once more a sunny day
More fields
More fields
The view...
The view...
... from the shelter
... from the shelter
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Day 128: The Hills Are Calling

Day 128: Leine River to Traufe (Dreister Ränge)

Distance: 45km


One of my most uncomfortable nights was in the dunes on Jeju Island, South Korea, many, many years ago. A storm surprised me overnight. Strong winds and heavy rain left me and all of my gear completely wet and full of sand. 

I was a greenhorn back then when it came to camping.


Therefore, I was a bit sceptical pitching my tent on the sand. 

The night was calm though. No wind, no rain but warm. A decent sleep. 


The walk to the Steinhuder Meer is pretty boring. Along an air base, where obviously nothing was going on at 05:00 on a Saturday. Mosquitoes were annoying me big time. Luckily, a bit of repellent is keeping them away.

Eventually, I have the Steinhuder Meer ahead of me. It's larger than I was expecting. It is still before 07:00 so the place is quite empty. Only some early birds are running and cycling along the lake. But by all the ice cream shops and restaurants it's obvious that the place will be packed by noon.

A bit further along the lake, I walk onto a pier, go for a swim. With a max depth of three meters, it's a shallow body of water. When I crawl I continously touch some kind of sediments. A weird feeling. Yet, I thoroughly enjoy the swim. Out of the water, I sun dry myself and do some exercises, which I noticed make walking easier.


The remaining day, well a mix of forest and open fields. Some short streches of the forest trails are overgrown and I collect ticks en masse and fight my way through stinging nettles. Painful. And annoying as I miss a turn at one point and end up backtracking. It's complaining on a high level though. Compared to Sweden, it's a walk in the park.


In Bad Nettdorf I resupply for the upcoming two days. I throw everything in my bag and head off again. I'm in a hurry. I've got some precious cargo in my backpack: A cup full of Ben&Jerry's half baked brownie & cookie dough. My absolute favorite I only eat when I got something to celebrate. And today I celebrate 2 weeks on the trail. Nothing too exciting but still... 

I don't want to eat it in front of the supermarket but a bit of a nicer place. Like a pond I saw on the map, being 1.5 kilometers away. As I get closer, construction works block my way, forcing me to make a detour. With temperatures above 25 degrees, I'm worried, the ice cream might turn into a milk shake. What a nightmare! So I keep pushing. 

And it's well worth it. To my delight, the ice cream survives the heat just fine.


With my belly full of ice cream, I finally head into the hills. Nothing too challenging but rather a gentle up and down after two weeks of flat terrain. My legs are definitely not used to it anymore so I take it slow, take plenty of breaks. After another long day, I'm happy when I spot a suitable place along the wide ridge to spend the night. 

On the way to the lake
On the way to the lake
Steinhuder Meer
Steinhuder Meer
Pier, perfect for swimming
Pier, perfect for swimming
And some exercising
And some exercising
Interesting artificial hill ahead. Massive landfill of some sorts I guess.
Interesting artificial hill ahead. Massive landfill of some sorts I guess.
Crossing a canal
Crossing a canal
My precious Ben&Jerry's
My precious Ben&Jerry's
150 meter tall television tower
150 meter tall television tower
Crossing the Teufelsbrücke (Devil's Bridge). In 40 days give or take I will cross another Devil's Bridge. One a bit more interesting than this example.
Crossing the Teufelsbrücke (Devil's Bridge). In 40 days give or take I will cross another Devil's Bridge. One a bit more interesting than this example.
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Day 127: Back To School

Celle to Leine River

Distance: 50km


With no predetermined plance to camp for the night, I'm not in rush to hit the trail.

When I eventually do, it's a 3 or so kilometers walk out of town. I cross the railway tracks, where I was on my way up north two weeks ago. Up there on the bridge, marks probably the highest point of today's walk as well. Yes, the terrain is flat as a pancake in this part of Germany.


Walking goes as smoothly as it has never done since Flensburg. The beautiful spring weather certainly helps. So does the super marking of the trail, which improved drastically since the Hannoveraner Wander - und Gebirgsverein (Hiking Club) too over from ther colleagues from Hamburg. 

Scenery wise it's nothing too spectacular. Plenty of forest, plenty of farmland with a few small towns in between. Mostly the walk is on forrest roads with the odd single trail. Where I pick up plenty of ticks and also get lost at one point. I bash my way through the forest. On the way back to the track, I pick my first blueberries of the season. The hours are passing and so do the kilometers. Progress is much better than expected and at around 18:00 I check the map for possible places to pitch my tent. Before doing so, I pass through the town of Otternhagen. As I am running low on water and don't feel like dry camping tonight without warm food, I ask a friendly looking woman for some water. She quickly hands me a whole bottle and also offers to prepare some sandwiches for me. Hungry as I am, I happily agree. Thank you very much :) After a nice talk with her and her hubby and with three lunch bags in my pack, I tackle the last 5 kilometers of today. They too are done without much effort. By 20:00 I reach the campspot that I've seen on the map. It's a bit sandy but otherwise looks decent with a nice view over the Leine River. I haven't pitched my tent yet but am eating sandwiches and the other sweeties, which I find in my "lunch bag": Smarties and Haribo.  Stuff I haven't eaten since I was a school kid. They bring back good memories. They make me feel like I'm back at school on a school trip, especially since I am eating and writing these lines on bench, way too big for me. 


Highest point of today's walk
Highest point of today's walk
Typical view
Typical view
Quick rest under an oak tree
Quick rest under an oak tree
Magnum time. White chocolate and cookies this time.
Magnum time. White chocolate and cookies this time.
Dry wheat field
Dry wheat field
Keeping the focus
Keeping the focus
Spooky Autobahn underpass
Spooky Autobahn underpass
Love the markings today
Love the markings today
The bird clock. Depending on the time of the morning, you will hear different birds.
The bird clock. Depending on the time of the morning, you will hear different birds.