Morning fog over the lake trail
We started before sunrise and walked the north shore while the fog was still sitting on the water. By nine it had lifted, and the pines on the far side looked close enough to touch.
A slow week in the hills
No plan, one backpack, a paper map. Most days ended in a different village with a bakery that closed at noon. Note to self: buy bread first, explore second.
Packing list that finally works
After years of overpacking, the list is down to twelve items. Rain shell, wool socks, a small stove and a notebook made the cut. The camera did not.