Winter Camino – day 11 > excerpt 1

Day 11  –  Agés  to  Santo Domingo de Silos   (23.7 km)

Snow had fallen during the night in Agés and it was bitterly cold in the morning. We walked past Atapuerca along a quiet tar road and shortly afterwards the Camino path branched off, leading uphill to Alto with the cruceiro. After that it was downhill to the valley with Burgos in the distance.

There were car tracks visible on the snow-covered road and the landscape on either side was white. Later, on the trail to the cruceiro, new snow and wind had obliterated any traces of previous footprints and the path was difficult to identify. Vegetation was sparse and a crooked barbed-wire fence running uphill was partially submerged in snow.

I saw a yellow way-marker at the intersection with the tar road, but after this there was an alarmingly long stretch without any further signs. I was concerned and feared having overlooked a second turn-off. I walked to the next tree in the distance, but still found no sign. I then staggered to a rock further up the hill, still unsuccessfully looking out for a way-marker. I was more and more convinced that I had missed a junction and consequently decided to retrace my steps downhill – only to turn back again and focus on the next group of trees in the distance. Finally, after a lot of doubt, I saw the yellow arrow and was extremely relieved to still be on the right way. I assume that some markers on rocks at ground level had been snowed under.  Blog Page: http://journeyofastickman.com/blog

Cross in the mist

The day was exceptionally bleak. In the morning a dirty grey sky reached right down to within probably no more than 100 m in front and all around me. The white landscape was bright in comparison and in these grey conditions appeared to be the light source for the sky. It looked as if the white snow on the ground hollowed out the greyness, making me feel as if I was walking in a dome. One expects the ground to be dark and the sky to provide the light; here the opposite was certainly the case.

The appearance was quite similar on top of the mountain, but the vegetation broke the grey dome illusion and gave clarity to what was sky and what was earth.

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About Dieter Daehnke

Born in 1941 in Gdansk, Poland. In March 1945 the family fled the Russian army. Met my wife Uta in Hamburg and as she is South African, I followed her home. We live in Cape Town, have 3 children, and 2 wonderful grandchildren. I established an Engineering company and since its sale, I enjoy walking Caminos. I have recently completed my book 'Journey of a Stickman'.

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