Greetings from Sigueiro! I can’t begin to describe how tough and wild a day this was. But, actually, since I have a blog I think I will begin to describe it.

We started out from the hotel where we ended yesterday, and had to walk close to a mile to get back to the Camino to start our trek. All of the distances on the published route are estimates, particularly as the Inglés is being rerouted at various points. But we walked 18 miles on a 16 mile stage.

Ed related to the group that the news is reporting that in the last two weeks of Atlantic storms in Galicia, 11 Spaniards have died, all from being hit by falling trees.

Cue the fact that we spent most of the day hiking between rows of trees bent over at 119 degree angles and seeing several downed trees in the path. Though we planned to leave early, we had to wait until sunrise to make sure we could be seen by cars on the first stretch of road.

As you know or will have surmised, we made it safely through to Sigueiro. A wild and wooly day. And a lengthy slog. Rained hard nearly all day. Sideways daggers in our faces. 40mph wind gusts in front and on side.

Grueling, but satisfying to be here. And tomorrow it’s on to Santiago.

Nothing I can write can possibly convey the landscape, rain, descending cold, and the wind—the wind!— we faced today. I’m a big guy, so when the wind makes me move 2-3 feet I didn’t intend, I take notice.

We knew the forecast was for miserable weather, so we were ready to take it. But man was that something.

And before we were 5 miles on, the sheer amount of water and the wind’s creative ways of delivering it to us broke down our waterproof boots (with the exception of Sharon’s), and soaked through the top layers of our two friends.

As Ed said, it was miserable. And thus the best day on the Camino. I would like to add, “in retrospect, while blogging about it.”

The other problem was that we had to go 9 miles after the last cafe, bar, bathroom or shelter until we got there. The weather made that the Bataan death march. Tough last three miles.

But we got there, and even on such a day as that had some sun and clouds for most of the last hour.

Thanks again for prayers. I will remember the intentions of all readers tomorrow at the tomb of St. James, where we pray that he, and Our Lord and Lady, will lead us safely at last.

63 miles down. 9 to go. Should rain all day. It’s Galicia. Ultreia!

Photos of the day:

— sorry WiFi so bad at present photos won’t upload. I’ll update that after I get to Santiago. Sorry! Check later today.

Here they are: