Walking Across France

This is a tale not only about a long walk but also about the day-by-day evolution of our mental and physical transformation during one memorable month in France. This story is about our walk across southwestern France from the Atlantic Ocean to the Mediterranean in September and October of 1995. This adventure was so special to both of us that when we excitedly related incidents to friends and family they encouraged us to write down our memories before they faded into the inevitable unreliable and irretrievable gray matter details lost forever. Most of the text comes from the journals that we maintained daily. Sometimes however depending on how tired we were or how much local wine we consumed the journals were not as complete as they could have been and we probably have lost some details. In spite of that we think that we have accurately captured most of the adventure.