Tomorrow to Daertastugan (= cabin)
At 9 o’clock Barbara and I left again, in opposite directions. While she was so broken on her route last night, I think the route is not that bad. No wet feet, like her, not deadly tired and not too difficult, along a canyon, over a few bridges that were hazardous for Tosca, because the cross shelves of the bridge lay just far enough apart to fall through with her dog legs. And that river was so wild, you would not get out alive. In case Tosca would fall I would have had to pull her up, hanging on her leash, with my heavy backpack, then it could be dangerous for me too. So stay calm. Immer die Ruhe.
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