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!
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?
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
A 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…”
When I put on my backpack in Pamplona on my first day walking the Camino de Santiago, I worried that it was too heavy for me to carry across Spain. I worried about undressing in front of strangers in coed dorms and bathrooms. I worried about trying to keep up with much younger trekkers. It turned out I had no idea I was carrying things far heavier.
Excerpt from Camino Sunrise: Walking With My Shadows:
“Seven miles after leaving Burgos on a thinly overcast, but warm day, I sat on a bench with my shoes off in the small village of Rabé de las Calzadas. Sue photographed bright red and yellow tulips covering a circular garden when we noticed a two-story albergue in the plaza. The guidebook said there were 24 beds; dinner and breakfast were offered. Bricks framed the windows, and benches lined the rock wall surrounding the front door, which stood alongside the Camino. A soda machine advertising Coca-Cola stood under a huge yellow arrow. Our next chance for beds was five miles farther.
Sue knew what we should do. ‘Let’s take a chance.’ . . . Our choice would be rewarded with the memory of two words that would mark the day forever.”
One of the most spectacular treks in the world is the Tour du Mont Blanc in the French, Italian, and Swiss Alps. Sue captured our toughest (but we loved it!) backpacking trip, a walk around western Europe’s highest mountain in this slide show.