On a positive note, I realised last night that I’d just passed the 500 km mark—a big milestone and something I’m proud of. Unfortunately, I didn’t sleep much. The heat and humidity were unbearable, and by morning I could tell something in my body was wrong. I forced down some tea and an energy bar, […]| Randomwire
The morning broke under an overcast sky, the tent heavy with condensation. I allowed myself a slow start—brewing tea in the vestibule and enjoying an energy bar alongside a perfectly ripe nectarine. Today’s trail followed the Doubs river for nearly 35 km, winding along the Franco-Swiss border between Villers-le-Lac and the canton of Jura. The […]| Randomwire
This morning, I realised I was right on the Franco-Swiss border—technically, I’d probably slept in Switzerland last night. As I walked, I noticed several boundary stones marking the border with both French and Swiss insignia. I passed the ruined Batterie de la Roche Jella, a 19th-century artillery post built after the Franco-Prussian War to guard […]| Randomwire
Whether it was the movie or the sudden drop in physical activity, I didn’t sleep all that well last night—waking once or twice, momentarily confused about where I was. In the morning, I pulled myself out of bed, made a simple breakfast, and caught a bus heading south from Belfort to rejoin the HexaTrek at […]| Randomwire
Waking up at 5 am and simply turning over to go back to sleep was deliriously satisfying. Thru-hikers call it a “zero day”—a rest day with no trail walking—and while I didn’t lie in bed all day, I certainly didn’t put on the backpack.| Randomwire