Hello darkness my old friend….
Midnight, it’s good to meet you once again…kind of..not really.
Why must I punish myself so? Seriously!
I mean…I had TIME to do it earlier in the day. But I also had excuses to hold off. Playoff football, hosting a poker game, the constellations are in a lunar shift….one of those reasons make absolutely zero sense, but I used it anyway.
However, and I am stretching here, perhaps…I will count the day as a win. I mean, after all that was done earlier in the day, I went out to the garage and ROWED for 12K meters, instead of going to bed like a reasonable human being.
Does that make me hero? Many would say yes. I’ll just say…yes. It makes me a hero.
I am a hero.
Pictures from Day 13.
This is a slide show of the close-ups I took of the route I travelled on Day 13, 5 pictures in total.
Day 13 got off to a rocky start (because Vestre Bramskjær is basically a large rock, and that is where I started from….nevermind), but at the end of the day, I have travelled the following measures:
Distance: 156,304 meters
Time: 12 hours, 24 minutes, and 25.8 seconds
Day 13 had me travelling from the small island (giant rock) of Vestre Bramskjær, all the way over to the island of Medulen, which is privately owned. While the island itself is pretty unassuming, there is a vein of marble that runs diagonally along the eastern face of the island, which serves to identify the island as Medulen, and also, help some lost tourists figure out where they are. Or lost Vikings…if there was such a thing…