Sometimes I like to wander to see what I can see. Sometimes that's a good thing and sometimes that comes at considerable discomfort.
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.
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.
We woke up refreshed. This was unexpected and very welcome.
Day two of any multi-day walk is when the romance wears off and the realism moves in.
There's a moment, just before you start a big walking adventure, where you stand at the trailhead and feel a profound sense of possibility.
But here I am, planning what might be the most meaningful adventure I've ever considered: a journey to the Holy Land.