The sky above Mont Buet in France opens as Karels searches his bag again. He already knows he won’t find his raincoat, but he looks anyway. The weather was going to be nice, the jacket only meant extra weight. He is freezing cold in his soaked clothes, at an altitude of 3000 meters. “I will never make this mistake again,” Karels remembers in his mind as he begins the long journey back to the campsite.
From Veenendaal to Mont Buet: Matthijs runs through the Alps
