We took a few unplanned laps of the city this morning before finding our way to the trail in an s-shape fashion.
Winter decided to set in last night, and we puffed out clouds of chilled 42 degree air while searching for trail markers in the dark. Neither of us were frustrated, but it would be fair to say our sleepy tired was lined with mild annoyance over the difficulty in locating was tends to be an extremely well marked route.
Eventually we found our way, and the purple flowers accentuated by morning dew slowly massaged us into the rhythm of the day. As we walked the clouds were lit between layered mountains and we began to meet new trail buddies, as we were now a day ahead of our previous days’ travel companions. We decided we would go as far today as we were able, probably stopping just short of Burgos, which after checking the guidebook we realized would be over 24 miles.
. . . So, 25 miles later, and we were in Burgos. Once we came down the distant hill and saw our desired city, superwoman’s switch went on, and there was nothing that would keep us from our city of Oz. We followed the brown dirt trail, welcoming the warmth of the sun to complement the cool air. We successfully took our first alternative route, avoiding walking alongside a busy highway. And all in all, we are thrilled to be showered, fed, and in Burgos. Jeanie’s levels went a little high throughout the night, as we thought they might due to the high mileage of the day. But overall, she did remarkably well holding steady over the course of the long and taxing day. Fruit and some sweet bread were the main snacks of choice through the day. Now we are going to find a hearty dinner before our rest day in Burgos tomorrow!