This really is Quite. The. Adventure! Day two was mud, yesterday was long and today was cold water. Speaking of cold, here we are at the end of the day – clothes and packs drying by a fire.
Having rained again all night, there were puddles everywhere and the air was heavy with moisture as we set out past the small village’s bull ring.
John from Montana, who does cross country ski-ing in winter and is currently walking from Gibraltar to Santiago, came striding up behind us. He has slept in his tent the last two nights and was heartily rejoicing at the fabulous weather for walking. His enthusiasm was a ray of sunshine.
It was a day of bucolic pastoral scenes full of cork trees, black pigs, goats and babbling brooks.
As the day wore on and more rain fell, this time much heavier than yesterday (colonies of great big fat cold raindrops), the streams got louder and louder until they sounded ferocious. They were rising quickly and seemed threatening!
At the bottom of this little hill was a wee crossing (number 793 perhaps), and then soon after came the crossing we’ll never forget. As we approached we saw Gentleman John sheltering under a cork tree on the other side. He knew we would be coming and he had waited to help us across. He could have walked on, he certainly didn’t need immersion in the cold water twice! We will be forever grateful to him.
That was the excitement for the day. After that it was just uphill slog followed by the torrential downpour accompanied by thunder and a strong desire TO ARRIVE!
After the obligatory showers on arrival and eating our lunch at 3pm because we hadn’t wanted to stop in the rain, we took a wee wander up to the castle, but were so cold we headed for the supermarket to buy food for Micki to “cook” and zipped back home to crawl into bed in the hopes of warming up.
A pleasant day’s walking is on order for tomorrow – without adventures! The kids had even suggested we just take the road, but at 32km instead of twenty through the park, it doesn’t sound so much easier after all! However, we may have no choice; today people couldn’t get across the river in the park route – tomorrow may be the same.