So, here it is March, nearly a year later. Let me catch you all up.
I am still planning on walking the Camino del Norte this year. My original plan was to walk in May but I read so much about the wet mucky mud in the spring, I knew I had to rethink my planning. Due to my desire to walk on semi-dry soil, I have changed my departure date to late August. Hopefully by then the coastal vacationers will have largely gone back home to fall school and work schedules, and the coast will be clear(er).
Since revising my travel schedule, my training finally started in earnest in January, just in time for torrential California rains, and a freezing February. March weather has been much better and I have been logging a few more miles. My Training Schedule–Rev. 2 still seems do-able, and I think I am on track.
I have my new wardrobe and, I am happy to say, it matches! I have black pants, grey shirts, a grey fleece, a grey sun hat, a black and white scarf, and for evenings, a new black wrap-around travel skirt. I do believe I will look, well, coordinated. There have been a few other new additions: a smaller, lighter backpack (30 liters instead of 36, and light blue instead of pink), a new rainproof poncho to replace the rain jacket and rain pants system, and a new pair of black Tevas for showering and “after-walking” walking around.
My plane tickets are purchased and my first three nights are reserved. I have decided that I will buy new trekking poles in Irun, where I will begin walking, because I don’t want to have to bother with checking luggage. I have been using two wonderful Camino cell phone apps, Wise Pilgrim and Editorial Buen Camino, and have laid out each stage — each days’ stopping place — planning, but not wed to any notion of rigidity. I feel pretty settled about the logistics of my trip.
I also feel more settled about this walk. I’ve done this type of walk before. I know “the ropes.” This time I will be better able to go with the flow. I know I have to train more, to gain more mileage and strength, but I also know that will come. And, a few days ago, as I walked seven miles with ten pounds on my back, I was reminded of just how liberating it is to simply be, walking…