This is the end of a hike that I could hardly have imagined to be more dreamlike. As always, I didn’t know what to expect. I did very little research and just went with the flow.
A long day, deliberately chosen. Not because it made more sense, but because giving up usually starts in my head—and shouldn’t be allowed to take root there. The heat, the route, the kilometers: everything dragged on. Small decisions suddenly became big ones, shortcuts turned into negotiations with myself.
Day 15 demanded everything early on: steep climbs, changing landscapes, cold lakes and packed trails. Between exhaustion, brief moments of euphoria and technical doubts, it became clear that something was changing. Loneliness gave way to people – and for the first time, the end of the trip was within reach.
The day was downhill overall, but that didn’t mean that there were no climbs. According to the route, there were two peaks on the way: Razor and another one I can’t remember the name of, which I deliberately skipped later – a good decision, as it turned out.
Some days just dribble by monotonously, one step in front of the other, without much spectacle. This day was completely different. The ascent to the highest point, good company and good weather. Everything was just right and was rounded off by the sunset with a view of the valley.
