Epic, you say? There should have been bread pudding, you say? I agree. There should’ve been. For all we know, there probably was bread pudding the next night. They know comfort food at Sardonahütte. But there was no bread pudding the night we were there, which was no real loss, because we made prompt bee lines to our beds very soon after dinner.
Although the room was mighty cold when we laid ourselves down, sometime in the night by virtue of the eight people in that room we jettisoned most of our covers, and by morning it was mighty toasty.
After a hearty breakfast of coffee and … (on second thought, I won’t list specifics lest my memory lapse again), we packed and made ready for our descent.
We were greeted by the morning.
And the clouds. Yes, the clouds blew over the crags just above us.
Some of the hardy hiking men from the night before booted up, threw their packs onto their backs and continued trekking deeper into the mountains to another hut somewhere far away.
And with that, we began our descent.
I’m telling you, I told Jerry and Gabrielle and Trudy. I’m going to be slow. This is a good day for pictures.They smiled and nodded, and I promptly stopped and looked back at Sardonahütte which was already hidden behind the rise.
And as I turned back, they had already begun to leave me in the dust.
So this is how it’s going to be, I thought to myself and took hold of my trekking poles and set off to catch up (which in the event I never did).