|The Maiser Waalweg near Merano|
So I'm up early--way before Andy the goat guy--and eager to get my swim in before the hike. One problem: bending my legs is not happening. My calves are shot and my knees are shotter. For a few minutes, I think I've screwed up the whole trip. I hobble to the bathroom. I hobble to the balcony where my swimsuit is. I hobble to the kitchen and make coffee. I hobble.
The pool feels good.
When I return to the room, Andy (goat breeder), has already found "the perfect" hike. "We're going to stay in the valley today. I've found the perfect trail."
"You mean a granny trail."
"Yep." Andy stands up with difficulty and hobbles to the bathroom. "Yep."
|Annoying water wheel clunker|
The path was easy but long. We still hiked over five hours but always along a moderately level path. Granny trails have their place.
|A little "Jausenstation" (refreshment stop) on the Maiser Waalweg.|
Next time Day 4.
I must be off,