We did have a good day, clearing up and cleaning ready to go. Its nice to be leaving the house happy and smiley awaiting our return in April. There are logs in the basket and kindling drying, all ready to be thrown on the fire as soon as we get back.
|OK bear, show yourself!|
|A strange marauding beast|
After a while, both getting a little nervous about which track is the right one to Roccamontepiano, and running the risk of getting lost in this white covered wilderness for ever, we decided to hanger left and work our way back towards Garifoli and the way we came. We started to feel a little more confident when we came across some human footprints. We must be nearing civilisation, which was good news. Unless, of course, the footprints belonged to some deranged axe murdering mountain man, or we turn the corner and find the snow all churned and turned a blood red sort of colour.
|I'm sure its this way|
The track started to look familiar. I'm sure we've passed this point before? Yep, we definitely have. Oh my God. We're back where we started. How the hell did that happen? If that's the case, which it clearly was, then the footprints we've been following....
The big person, and the little person...
Me thinks Khimo-sabi and Tonto need a bit more practice before they're wilderness trackers. Best stick to the day jobs for now, huh?
And so we wandered back to our cosy little kitchen, an early supper and an early night, all packed and ready to go early in the morning.