Day Thirteen
July 23
I get the impression that these places are achingly beautiful in the wintertime. The hostel is more like a house. A house that's full of people. The view is spectacular. We are overlooking a lake, and hills that go on into the distance and turn a shade of metallic blue. Other than the odd house it's just uninterrupted forest in every direction. I want to walk in the forests. I want to see what they're hiding.
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