Late afternoon. Clara sat beside a river. Water tumbled down from the hills -- leaping over boulders and creating small pools. She spread cheese and ham on their paper wrappings, added several slices of bread. Poured the exotic fruits nectar into her new blue enamel cup. Read about camping places along the river.

About two miles North there was a hut for hikers where all were welcome. If she spent the night there, she could make it to the foot of the hill by the following night (the sixth night of her journey). On the seventh day, all she had to do was walk up the hill at noon and meet Helen.