Don't you just think this little trash-mobile is the cutest?
The trail markers changed a bit today...no, it is not the big arrow on top but the little one on the bottom. Much harder to see than the normal red and white markers. I wish they were all the size of the big arrow.
I started today with a climb. Then I walked along the beautiful lake "Le Lac du Brousseau."
The Lake was very high probably due to a lot of rain last night. The good news about that rain was the day smelled of new rain and it was crisp and clear when I started. The dew sparkled on the plants and every flower flaunted their most heavenly scent.
She is milking the cow in the old fashioned way.
My first glimpse of the mighty snow-capped Pyrenees.
The guide book said I would by walking in endless cornfields. Must be too early for that.
I crossed over countless little streams and when I wasn't crossing streams, I was shoe deep in slippery mud.
For a second, I thought I was going the wrong way--back to Le Puy but then I realized that is also the name of this particular Camino. I am definately back in a mountain region because there was a multitude of ups and downs today. Of course, it was way more up than down. Do you know why that is? When you go up you have to slow down and it takes longer. So you really do spend more time going up than down.
I came across this newer church and I can never resist going in a church.
Saint James
What I couldn't figure out was this chair on a stand that was to the side of the pulpit. A year or two ago our pastor washed the feet of Carl, our head usher. Carl sat in a chair like this. I wonder if that happened in this church?
Calla Lillies grow wild here.
Don't you just love daisies. Such happy flowers.
A view of the area.
This photo doesn't do the color of the this Flame Azalea justice. Beautiful!
Ivy is very popular growing up walls and on fences.
Look at thoses magnificent snow covered Pyrenees in the background.
What a pretty barn!
My biggest news today was that a man on a tractor offered me a ride into town. I honestly think he was just being a nice man. I was tempted because I haven't ridden on a tractor since I was about twelve years old. I used to LOVE to ride on my Uncle Dub's tractor. I declined and kept walking to the total of 20.9 miles. That is a long way on mountain trails! There was big wind, which, of course, was always a head wind. And it looked like it was going to storm any minute.
But my story is nothing compaared to Dennis. He was going to take a bus to a stop near the town where we are staying. He (we) already new the bus did not go all the way to Arzacq-Arraziquet . He knew he was going to have to take a taxi the rest of the way. The bus driver let him out on the highway in the middle of nowhere. There were no taxis in sight so he bagan to walk with his thumb stuck out. He ended up walking three or four miles on a busy highway. Several people stopped to talk to him and they all pointed in different directions. Then it began to hail on him. You know it is a bad day when it hails on you. FINALLY, a nice man of about forty picked him up and took him all the way to the center of town.
I am very sad that Dennis can't walk the trails with me. However, it is awfully nice to have a personal valet...a cute personal valet. He takes my suitcase up to the room and sets it up. He does such a good job of being my valet that if he ever retires I am going to rent him out for special occaisions. Just kidding dear.
So if this makes no sense and has typos just chalk it up to 21 miles on the trail.
Love to you all!
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