63km

It was hard to leave Franz and Hermina. They were just so cute. It was even harder, too, knowing that the family was throwing Hermina a big party for her the next day, but it was not our place to stay. It was really great to see all the gifts she was receiving and all the people that were popping in to say happy birthday. But alas, time to move. We landed back on the trail we took out of Vienna and pretty much followed it south all day until we got off it to head into the hills to find a good camping spot. Honest, we looked for the person that owned the pasture we pitched our tent in, but how were we supposed to know which house was his? It was by far the wettest meadow ever. It did not rain but everything was dripping wet. Wet mornings are slow mornings because our gear needs to be some what dry before we pack it or ‘it get nasty’!