There in front of me was the city of Santiago with the cathedral spires in sight.

The crowds thinned a little the further we got from the city.

We were all very grateful for this important information.

The weather was perfect and the scenery was fabulous.

Most of the miles for the day were already behind me, so I toured the walled city for a while.

I didn't get a hundred yards before the skies opened up.

When I finally got to the trail it was really a wonderful thing to see.

Today was going to be a little different.

I could see the ocean for the first time off to the west.

The sky was mostly clear as the sun crept into view.

It was obviously a well-traveled route for the locals.

The day was not so much about scenery as it was about people.

As soon as my shoes come off, I open the beer. 

I would have to retrace my steps up and down those same brutal hills.

A gentleman steered me back on course.

Within ten minutes. I was out of the small village and into farmland.

It’s flexible depending on how many times I get lost.

There were flocks of birds filling the skies in huge shifting formations.

To say that trail markings were sparse would be an understatement.