It was only our second day of walking, and we were enjoying the views...
...the grazing mares and their colts,
...the flocks of long-haired sheep and those recently shorn.
Still we pressed onward, through this crevasse at the top of the hill...
As I looked over I noticed Laura walking on top of the clouds.
Then finally we came to the top of it all...
...turned the bend and found mud, deep and sticky mud
...then round another bend we saw it again: life giving water ! We filled up and went on.
Before long we heard tin bells clanking noisily as a herd of horses crossed our trail. (Press the arrow below to hear for yourself!)
Rounding yet another sharp turn, I paused to rest and rewrap my foot...
Laura's backpack looked so nice with her shell and tiny saints hanging on for a ride.
We walked over yet more rocks on our quest to reach our goal: 15.6 miles to Roncesvalles in two days... or bust!
At last we arrived at the steep descent to the monastery....from 4,757 feet to 950 feet down this warned-about narrow and very rocky trail.
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