Notes from the weathered trail

April 23.

Just outside Hornillos del Camono, on the Meseta between San Bol and Hortanas, we hit a stretch of muddy trail that lasted several kilometers. In fact the thickly laid mud was so relentless that the work of walking nearly brought Franny to tears.

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The Meseta trail ran high and I could see Hortanas in the distance. I could also see our future path, our afternoon destiny off in the distance.

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I sat down at a cafe after the mud slog and enjoyed a tortilla and cafe. As we left the cafe rain began to fall creating more mud for the Peregrinos heading down the trail. 

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San Anton's claim to fame is a monastery, in a state of disrepair after many years of tattered and productive history.   Lots of Peregrinos sought  respite and repair inside these walls.

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Here's what I walked under for most of these first couple weeks of pilgrimage. I've learned to love the cool wet weather; pretty darn good walking conditions (except for the mud)!

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In a few days the weather will shift from mostly cloudy and rain to sun. More to come.