I lost my way today. Coming out of Saint-Alban I missed the markings and kept going down a highway. The way markings disappeared and I knew something was wrong. Whenever I’ve been uncertain about the path I’ve looked at my watch and said ‘if you don’t see a marker in 5 mins go back’. The markings have always come up… but not this time. Once I realised I was off track, I pulled out my guide book and realised I’d missed a turn onto a dirt track. The detour added a kilometre to my day. Luckily today was short.
Once I was back on track the walk was peaceful. It was nice to take my time knowing that I didn’t have to rush and my destination was close by Camino standards.
About 10km along I was passed by a group of six pilgrims. They were probably in their 20s and they were moving so fast it felt like they ran past me. Not long after we came to an incredibly steep descent comprised of large boulders. It was super tricky terrain especially with the weight of a pack. A few of the 20 somethings really struggled and a couple of them slid down on their bums. I actually found the terrain really fun. With my poles I felt like a skier elegantly popping down moguls. I think the 20 somethings were impressed!
Not long after I passed the 20 somethings I started to feel a bit sad and lonely. A few tears escaped and I wondered what on earth I was doing out here on my own. But once the few tears were out that was over and I felt better. And happy to be able to set my own path and my own pace.
I continued to swap the lead with the 20 somethings throughout the day. We exchanged greetings and encouragement each time. I hope they enjoy their holiday together.
Tonight I rest in Aumont – Aubrac. The prettiest town I’ve been in so far.
Tash on The Way 