Day 28f: Not on my Watch … (05/12/2019)
The abject incompetence of the Swiss folks who were responsible for marking my particular Camino route had already become a source of open amusement for me by this point. I mean, how a people could be so meticulous with their enforcement of social policies and their international neutrality and their watch-making, and yet simultaneously be so random (and even so downright haphazard) with marking their walking paths was fully beyond me … :O
And on this particular day I came to yet another of these unmarked forks in The Way; a fork with only one waymarker — a dully painted symbol that was far too small, that was set far too far off the trail, and that was now thoroughly obscured by a copse of young trees … 🙁
“No matter,” I thought. “I’ve been lost on this walk before and I’ll almost certainly be lost again.” So I shrugged my shoulders as I stood at that crossroads and ended up laughing out loud while searching for the pale yellow clue that might lead me onward. And true to form, despite the best (actually, the worst) efforts of my Swiss trail-marking compatriots, I did indeed find that well-hidden marker, and I did indeed re-find my Way. 😀
“It is when we no longer know where to turn that our real Journey truly begins.” ~ via Phil Cousineau
;