I´m now in Acebo, having crossed the highest point on the Camino. I passed by the Cruz de Ferro (cross of iron)1504 m above sea level. Here stands a simple iron cross atop a gigantic wooden pole buried in a tall pile of rocks and loose stones. The idea is that peregrinos leave here a stone carried from their home and with it leave behind a troubling or sad thoughts. The reality is a little less magical and spiritual with cyclists in gaudy cycling attire and peregrines clambering up the rock pile to have their picture taken hugging the pole.
I left my rock, said a few silent words and walked on. And yes, I had a walking companion take my picture from a discreet distance.
The climb was not onerous.... tiring yes, but not painful. The descent was an altogether different affair. First, it was quite steep. Second, the path was primarily rocks and gravel scattered over a pathway that was full of half buried rocks and roots. The knee was definitely twinging by the bottom, and my left foot still aches.
A brief scare regarding the pack. A couple of us decided to use a service to send our packs ahead. We arrived but they apparently did not. Finally located them in a different albergue. Worked out okay as this was a better albergue than we had planned to stay at.
All the usual daily chores are done, and a brief rest taken. Waiting for dinner at 7:30. A glance says that this peregrin menue should be better than most.
Tomorrow, a short day.... as good as a rest day. Finish with the descent down the mountain in the morning, then a short tramp into Ponferrada. Hope to get an hour or two to explore the restored Templar Castle. Also, as Ponferrada is the last large town (60,000) before Santiago, a chance to visit a farmacia and restock up on bandages, etc.
Now, time for a beer with friends.
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