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Date: Wed, Sep 7th, 2016
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I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I AM.
OK, I'm fairly sure I've finally arrived in Geneva, Switzerland, but after the past 36 hours, it's hard to be sure. I know I left home, beautiful Colorado, around eleven PM a few days ago, after my plane was delayed repeatedly due to computer issues with British Airways. We sat on the tarmac for hours, waiting to fly to London, where I'd then board a plane to Scotland to meet up with a hiking friend. Delays, errors, problems, airline strikes, and general mayhem ensued for the next 36 hours and somehow, miraculously, I ended up in Switzerland, where we were going to meet up with our other friends and start the Tour Du Mont Blanc. Somewhere along the way, I missed out on the quick trip to Scotland and got a tour of the Tower of London, London Bridge and rode a double decker instead. Good trade. I finally met up with Lighthouse in the Heathrow Airport, and after arriving in Geneva, we bussed to Les Houches, (Switzerland) where we then joined the Swiss couple.
I'm afraid I am not very coherent are this point. Jet lag and simple exhaustion are taking their toll. It's 9 pm, I've been awake for about 45 straight hours, and my mind isn't working any more.
I can still say with perfect clarity: it's gorgeous here. We're at a small campground just outside Les Houches. I can see the quaint Swiss town below, with the old church spire lit up against the black flank of the mountain behind. Stars are out and shining brightly on the glaciers of Mont Blanc above. Faint lights can be picked out, high on the mountain above; lights of the high refuges for climbers and hikers alike. I can hear cowbells in the high valley above our camp.
It's overwhelming to be here finally, on the far side of the planet, getting ready to tackle one of the most legendary backpacking treks in the Alps. I'm ready, but it's hard to settle in and sleep, despite being weary to the bone. It's comforting being able to look up and see the same familiar stars in the sky. Here's hoping I survive tomorrow.
Other Trail is located off the beaten path, somewhere between the soles of your feet and your imagination.