The last day of any of my walks has always been bittersweet, hating to see them end, but realizing they’re only an excursion. And this one has had some interesting twists to it. It’s been a perfect walking day: cloudy and comfortably warm.
Bad Reichenhall is well known for its wellness clinics and spas. Right next to my hotel was a clinic treating cancers and psychosomatic illnesses—think about that one. So you have cancer symptoms caused by some identifiable source or by your mind—they’ll treat either one—hmmm! They’ve got you covered.
Walking back to Salzburg, several times I had to nostalgically look back; and lunch was facing the snow-covered mountains I saw two days ago. Then by a twist of fate, I ran into an American pilgrim from New Mexico; he’s not going all the way to Santiago. We chitchatted a while like two kids who just found a new playmate on the playground and exchanged information, including a selfie. Maybe a half hour later I ran into another pilgrim, an Austrian, this time, who plans to go all the way. We rested on a bench together, then continued our separate ways.
The last three pics are of my super light new Gossamer Kumo 36 backpack that Douglas gave me: first as it was loaded (about 15 lbs); unloaded with 11 pieces/bags fitting into the backpack; and finally “exploded” view with unpacked items. If anyone is interested, I actually have my packing list with me.
