We followed the river Lech into Fussen although it was coming the other way. I imagine it is only a river you can do this with cause it’s always there, so you are always following part of it. So the part that I see up here in Fussen, a gorgeous town framed by mountains short and tall with autumn leaves thick on the ground in this extensively cobbled place. The river here is large and flows slowly through with a couple of foam makers telling of its journey. This is the beginning as it is born of a lake not far away up in the Alps which we will visit as we do some climbing. This is its source that it depends on as it constantly gives of itself.

I was thinking about all this when I was crossing over its great body and was prevented from following it because a building was being erected and tall wire gates were preventing me from entering, or so I thought. Then I saw these two young men coming out of another weg and asked where he was coming from. A long way, he said, but gave me a ‘do you have a problem’ look obviously I was experiencing a bad look day a result of too much ‘off ‘ time, with my lack of medication.

I then asked him again with a bit more intonation and told him that I was looking for a certain walking track and thought you two and your backpacks would know where it was. He was going that way because his mobile told him to and there was the tiny walkway. I wished them well and let them go ahead. I’m sure they hurried their pace a little when they saw me coming. We explored the town, compared notes from the info people with our host and are ready to try and climb a sizeable mountain tomorrow.

My walking is still good, my back tells me to look after it, I sway a little more than usual, I have some sleeping issues, but I am feeling very good, and Corrie has minor knee soreness which means I can now keep up with her.