"Can I really carry that much?"
"Will this even hold?"
Questions like that haunt my mind as I prepare my backpacks for my grand trip to New Zealand. Wait... "Backpacks"? Well, sure! I'm a fox after all. I'll find a way to make it hold. Yet when I finally don all of my luggage, I feel like a knight in heavy armor.
My destination this time is not quite as far away. I'm going to meet with a pack of wolves for a week. This is a great opportunity for me to test my luggage composition, and get used to all that weight, so I'm taking all the stuff I'm going to need in New Zealand with me on this comparably short trip, including sleeping bag, long shirts and pants, and last but not least, my trusty orange-gray coat which has served me well for over a decade. I've had it repaired multiple times, and even thought about getting a new one, but no matter ho hard I look, I cannot seem to find a replacement for this one. Truly, a finer coat I have not seen.
I arrive in Dornbirn after five hours of travel by train, crossing the border into Austria. At the station, I am picked up by Aturo and Guzard with perfect timing. Half an hour later, we arrive at our cozy cottage sheltered in the green mountains.
"It looks smaller than I imagined it," is my first thought, but as I explore it, I realize that there's actually plenty of space for the eight of us. While Aturo and Guz pick up WhiteWolv and go shopping, I am left behind to watch over the cottage, and explore the area a bit. The cottage is part of a three-house farm, where two of the buildings have been converted into holiday homes. The last one is home to an elderly couple who take care of a small herd of cows, a trio of chickens, as well as a fluffy Berner Sennenhund and a rather independent cat.
|Climbing the Golm|
|Riding the Bob Coaster|
|Hiking to the Lustenauer Hütte|
|Defending our Dinner from a hungry dog|
|Exploring the Rappenlochschlucht|
|Shopping for Chocolate in Switzerland|
Everyone has a hard time saying goodbye, but we know we have to leave eventually. Werepaw drives Guz, White and me to the Dornbirn station, where we spend a final hour together nibbling on baked goods and feeding the sparrows before their train arrives. I still have some more time, but in the end, I, too, board my train. As it passes by the Bodensee one last time, I take a final picture.
And then, I'm on my way home, knowing that my next trip will be over 50 times as long as this one. I feel an odd mix of excitement and uneasiness about it. So much has happened in this short week. I wonder how much will happen in a full year. But I'm sure it'll be great! =^,^=