You arrive in Torme with heavy legs and a head that mostly wants some quiet. Rucksack down, boots off. You can tick this day off.
Looking back, it was mostly long. About 34 kilometres, more than 10 hours on the go. There isn’t a single nasty climb that stays with you. It’s up and down all day, and that wears you out. The kilometres creep up on you, your knees feel the descents and your head notices the final hours. If you eat properly halfway and keep an eye on your pace, you’ll walk into Torme standing tall. If you start too fast, you pay for it at the end.
Sleep well, pilgrim. You walked it.