Sedona Guide Leads to Wonders

Tie the laces on your hiking shoes, head on over to Sedona, Arizona and grab Greg Stevenson’s trail guide. You are in for one of the world’s most spectacular trekking experiences.

Greg’s book describes 30 of the best trails in the area and Sue and I used it to find two eight-mile loops around red-rock wonders like the Courthouse, above. He includes the basics for a variety of paths and we found it the perfect companion for the Sedona Trails Map by Emmitt Barks Cartography. We discovered both in Greg’s Hike House outdoor store in Sedona.

I know how much work goes into writing a book and am grateful that Greg’s efforts will be our guide for several more adventures!

The Camino: A Question for You

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Like the many bridges on the Francés, the Camino de Santiago was a connection for me in more ways than I ever thought possible. As I wrote Camino Sunrise, more “bridges” appeared, enhancing my appreciation of the trekking experience.

So, I ask, what connection do you most treasure from your Camino?

Walk Hundreds of Miles? Why Not?

This post by a fellow Camino de Santiago trekker caught my eye today. Click on the link below to read the post.

After telling someone I am going on the Camino, the number one question I get is WHY? Why am I doing it? Unfortunately, this question is not one that can be answered quickly (although if time is short I really fight the urge to just answer, “Why not?!”). While medieval pilgrims were mainly walking for […]

via Walk Hundreds of Miles? Why Not? — Curious Loca

The Camino: A Night Without a Bed?

 

dscn0697A detour had taken Sue, Gert and me to Castrillo Polvazares, a traditional Maragato village off the Camino de Santiago. It was raining with darkness closing in.

From Camino Sunrise: Walking With My Shadows:

“I was about to suggest that we walk to the next town when an old, small pickup stopped next to us. A man with short, gray hair rolled down his window, stuck out his head and shouted questions in Spanish so fast  that I had no clue what he said. Gert talked to the driver, also in Spanish, then turned to us with the bad news.

”He said both albergues here are not open for the season yet.” We eyed each other quizzically, even panicked-looking. A wet journey in near-darkness loomed. We could not be certain there would be empty beds in the next village. Suddenly…”