So close now!

I think I’m getting wimpier rather than stronger lately, or maybe it’s just that the bounce has been ground out of my trail shoes. Today was a very average length day but the last eight K seemed to take forever! The state of our shoes has become a frequent topic of conversation lately, even more common than describing the state of our feet.

As Morgan and I were eating breakfast this morning a parade of men in blaze orange started pouring into the small bar. Hunting season! A familiar sight. Another sight at the end of the day? A rather fit young man skinny dipping in the very cold river by our albergue. I’ll just show pictures of us soaking our tired feet.

Morgan pointed out earlier today that we were basically one Birkie away from Santiago. Ha!

There are threats of turning tomorrow, our penultimate day of walking, into a bit of a pub crawl. We are excited to be close to the end while also dreading the goodbyes. Work and other realities are beginning to come to mind more, and making the day a sort of party has some appeal. We’ll see what actually happens.Read more