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