Your Way is lifting me Higher...

the highest point?

Today we hit the highest point on the Camino. It should have been at the Cross of Iron although technically it happened 4 km later at an unmarked turn with a panoramic landscape. The Cruce de Ferro was a giant pile of rocks, possibly that started in Roman times, with a telephone pole at the top and a un-impressively small iron cross on top of that. The custom is to take a rock, ideally as large as you can carry, and leave it at the top of the pile. I think you are supposed to leave your troubles behind here, I chose to leave my aspirations.

Unlike the walk we did in Italy, the Camino doesn't have nearly as much climbing but the 1500 meter peak we reached wasn't trivial - however it was generally a gentle climb. Unlike the descent on the back side. Today we dropped about 900 meters over the course of about 10k - far more than we've gone up over the same distance at any other part of our journey. All the downhill just about injured my good leg. Luckily Molinaseco had a chilly stream to soak my weary bones in.

I'm already into the next day now and it's bedtime again. Both legs survived a hard 30k day. Went through Ponferrada this morning so we are starting to see things from our first Camino. More on this later, another hard 30 tomorrow with the last big climb up O Cerebreiro. Must sleep...zzzz