Peaceful morning at Sennes Hutte, and the sound of the cow bells. The sound we woke up to at each rifugio.
Packs lined up, ready for the day’s hike. Have I mentioned yet how much I love my backpack? Well I do. I love it. It’s the green one there. I love it.
On the walk to Fodara Vedla, where we’ll stop for lunch.
Looking at the pictures now, I still can’t believe how stunning the scenery was. What good thing did I do to deserve being there with my family and friends on a sparkling clear July day? It must have been something awfully good.
Stopping at an overlook to see where Pederu is.
It is way. down. there.
But first, there is Fodara Vedla, and its bossy cows.
We sat on its front deck, ate a gloriously simple lunch, drank champagne in honor of a fellow hiker’s birthday, and watched the flags flap in the breeze. Rough life, eh?
And then the last bit of gentle trail, across the meadow.
Before descending to the bottom of this valley.
By way of a seemingly endless series of gravel-covered switchbacks (sorry, Hyla).
Even when Pederu, our lodging for the night, seemed tantalizingly close, the trail kept going and going, bending and twisting.
That yellow line, from Fodara Vedla to Pederu, took us hours to hike, but on a mountain bike, you could do it in seven minutes.
If you were in a hurry, and a bit insane, that is.