Spring Trails in Italy
Three days between jobs in Italy. I could think of worse scenarios. Especially when a rocky mountain range appears on the left side of the window while driving down the freeway, looking for a pizza place near Pisa.
This is a part of Italy I had never been to before. A quick check of the heatmaps while stuffing a Margherita into my mouth. Yep, no problem. Plenty of promising trails just 25 minutes away.
Sometimes I overcomplicate things. I zoom in and out of different map providers for hours, trying to find the perfect trail running spot in a region. Sometimes I keep it simple. Drive to the foot of the hills, park the car, and just go. This day belonged to the second option.
It was still early in the year. Flowers were hidden underground. Trees were using every bit of energy they could pull from the weak spring sun to grow new leaves. The trails were empty.
I made it to the top just before sunset. A short solo photo session. When the sun dropped into the sea, I had already started the final downhill. Back to the car. Then on to the next pizza place.
Days well spent.
