En route to Roncevalles, we took ten minute breaks every hour to put our feet up (thanks for the good advice from your Army days, Poppy.)
The Spanish air has gone to my head. (Suck in that gut.)
-Hunter
The Pyrenees are breathtakingly beautiful. We see views like this kilometer after kilometer.*
We walk over miles and miles of open land dotted with flocks of sheep, cows, and horses grazing on the lush grass of the mountains. The only sounds are from the ferocious wind buffeting us as we walk, and the tinkling and clanging bells around the animals' necks. *
Yes, this is gorgeous, but it's getting dark and we still have many kilometers to go to reach our alburgue in Roncevalles for the night.*
After walking for thirteen hours from St. Jean-Pied-de-Port, with the last hour or so in total darkness, we arrive at Roncevalles. It is 9:55PM. and the refugio would have been locked for the night at 10PM. We thank God for our headlamps, and for bringing us on in, sore knees and all.*
*These photos and captions were added Oct.19 at home
