From St. Martin we began our hike to Sardonahütte, the alpine hut where we would rest, eat and spend the night. We started up the mountain path quickly falling behind our hosts. Gabrielle and Jerry put us to shame, leaving us in the dust.
But they were patient with us, stopping frequently to wait for us always with genuine smiles on their faces as we caught up. And it deserves to be said that even though we were consistently bringing up the rear, we were all smiles too — how could it have been otherwise?
We hiked with our backpacks on our backs and our trekking poles in our hands and stunning scenery around us.
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At quarter to one, we rounded a bend where there was a bench strategically set to view the land.
And a half hour later, we were halfway there with the easy part behind us.
