
Early departure this Tuesday morning to make up for yesterday. Tristan was pack-less so he was leaving me in the dust. Again, we started the day with a big climb but this time it was more gradual and with stunning views of the mountains. A very odoriferous day. These Asturian cattle are stinky! I keep wondering how they don’t fall off the hillsides.

My heart rate on the climbs was, like, 140! After our big ascent we had a big descent (yay old knees) and unfortunately a big stretch of walking along a highway, which kind of ruined the high-mountain-pasture-nature vibe.

We’re staying at a fabulous hostel on the mountainside, at the foot of the Camino, in prep for an iconic stage tomorrow.

We’ll go over the hospitales route (not to be attempted in bad weather) with epic views. We should just beat the drizzle that is expected?
