Day Seven: Illegal Paths, a Jailed Signmaker, and My Ribs
Days six and seven have been the most beautiful of the trip. I want to get that on record before I tell you everything that went wrong today.
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Day Six: Tom, Trail Names, and the Campsite with Minimal Poop
Before we get to the walking, I need to tell you about Tom.
Impossible List - 15 May
How far I've come over the course of the last month in regards to the impossible list of goals I've set for myself.
Day Five: Dream Homes, Cherry Blossom, and Andy's Complicated Feelings About His Wife
No snow. I awoke to absolutely no snow. The tops of the hills were white, I could see that much, sitting there looking smug from a distance, but down where we were, camping in the cold like a pair of optimistic idiots, there was nothing.
Day Four: Trail Names. River Crossings and the Met Office Lying To My Face
We set off expecting the worst. The forecast had been grim, the clouds were doing their thing, and we were fully suited up before we'd even left the hotel.
Day Three: The Tactical Retreat That Was Actually Quite Sensible
We woke up refreshed. This was unexpected and very welcome.