We Expected Yesterday to Be the Hardest. Surprise!


Having survived Day 1, we looked forward to Day 2 being shorter by 4K. The weather report said 88% chance of rain throughout the route, so we thought we were so smart to anticipate that it might still be a long day due rain.

Knowing we’d be donning rain gear a good portion of the day, we packed it at the top of our day packs, ready for prompt retrieval. We got an early start (for us, anyway) around 8 a.m.  Before we got out of the hotel parking lot, quarter-sized rain drops splatted at our feet.

“What’s the rule?” We asked simultaneously. (See previous post called ABC’s of Camino under R for Rain.)

The Rule (learned the hard way): If it starts to rain, you put on rain pants AND your rain coat. And we did.

Yes, matching raincoats. (Pants not pictured, but trust me, they’re on.)

The walk out of town was through a beautiful forest, so we convinced ourselves that it must be a light rain, because the trees were blocking it from hitting us.

Donna in full rain gear, including backpack cover.

Fast forward about 5K and we realize that we must be taking one for the entire Camino team in the area because it still had not rained. Figures, we put on the rain gear and it doesn’t rain. We were too superstitious to take it off until after lunch, but by then the sun was shining.

Another forest with blessed shade. And a yellow arrow on the tree assuring us we were on the right pat.

We knew we had two mountain passes to climb that day, but we still had time to enjoy the scenery. And this time, get pictures of the horses.

 

 

What goes up must come down.

The uphill effort had our hearts beating hard, our lungs at full speed and capacity, as well as our leg muscles saying “hello again.”

It was the last 4K that killed us. Already tired and sore from the day before, we had to navigate a steep, rocky, craggy and often slippery trek down hill 1000 feet.

How anyone could complete that segment without poles is beyond me. We stopped talking. We stopped smiling. We were miserable, and it was all either of us could do except walk more like a four-legged creature than the humans we are.

Plant a pole, lean into it with your weight and then raise a foot and put it down oh, so carefully. Plant the opposite pole on your left side, put your weight into it, raise your other foot and carefully put it down.

Rinse and repeat umpteen times.

Going uphill is hard because you can hardly breathe and plod along slowly. Downhill is worse. Especially at the end of 7 hour day. Donna said it perfectly, “Everything below my butt hurts.”

We dragged our lower limbs into the town of Zubiri and had to spend a great deal of time in attitude adjustment. The shower helped. “Legs up the wall” was first. Then stretching as best we could.

Again, too tired and sore and exhausted to take a lot of pictures. But here’s the  room for the night, and the view:

 

Manana is Pamplona!


6 responses to “We Expected Yesterday to Be the Hardest. Surprise!”

  1. Beautiful scenery. Keep smiling
    I hear Chia tea gives you energy. Of course that’s more I Latin America
    Oh well! Best to you both
    Mitzi

  2. You two are something else! I have to say, the scenery is beautiful. I also want to thank you for your timing as to when you send your Blog. Today I was having my coffee and watching the depressing news. I look forward to hearing from you every time you post.

    Love, Mom

  3. It does look like a grand adventure and I feel it truly is. Uphill feels harder, downhill is harder on you, especially the you below your butt. Take care and stay safe.

  4. I can’t believe you guys are doing so many kilometers a day. After one of those days my feet and knees would be done. for the duration.
    Buen Camino!

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