Tuesday, May 27, 1650
All is bound up, packed, made ready and set to go. The town clock has not yet struck 3 p.m., the sun promises three hours of daylight and Serafina is anxious to make way without waiting another day.
She is uncertain of which direction to proceed, however; down the valley, in the direction by which the party arrived, or up the valley, up river to the Furka Pass, the route directly to Zurich. The pass is 7,992 ft., and may still be deep in snow even this late in the year, though that is not likely, as it has been a warm spring. It would almost certainly be a shorter journey.
Serafina will leave it up to the party.