Day Five Part II: The Ruins of Weissenau

After five hours on a mountain bike and no evidence Frankie had ever even been to the glacier waterfalls of Trümmelbach, and no leads to his current whereabouts, the humans were a little cranky. However, they reluctantly acquiesced to my pleadings and rode me out to the Weissenau ruins, which is all that remains of a thirteenth century imperial castle. To my delight (and the humans’ shock), just as we arrived, we saw a massive creature fleeing the scene.

Though we couldn’t quite catch up to his superhuman speed, he was running North/Northeast… strait towards Lucerne. We returned to our hostel to rest up for tomorrow’s journey with a renewed passion for our mission at hand.

‘Til tomorrow,

Parrington