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Day 23 Personal Best

Day 23  Personal Best
June 23, 2017
Monteleone Sabrino To Monterotondo
Statistics: steps=76,574
Elevation climbed=3060 feet
Distance walked =36.1 miles or 58.2 km

I leave at 5:00 am. I think the 2 Austrians are sleeping. The B&B is 5-6 km on the path. So today’s path is that much shorter. As I leave the town I come across my first Roman Amphitheater ruins.

Another hour or so and I reach Paggio Moiano another hilltop town. They are all charming. It’s hot at 930am. In the morning. By 11:00am I have already completed the day’s walk to Ponticello.

As I walk through the town, a shop lady waves me to her grocery store. She wants to sit and talk story. Sounds like fun to me. I buyx some soda and a croissant. I ask her if there’s any place to stay in this small town. She says the only place to stay is 15 km more. Wow it’s at least 92 degrees. Well better get going. The walk to Ponticello was mainly flat but after Ponticello, it’s rolling hills…very steep hills walking though olive groves. Every chance I buy more water or soda. By the end of the day I drink at least 12 liters.

The hills may be small but many are very steep. My shirt goes from bone dry to soaked many times through the day. I look for a stream to jump in or even a water fountain but they are junk either too shallow, too mossy green or too many bugs.

I finally reach the hotel a town 15 km and the manager looks at me and shakes her head left to right. To say not here… oh well time to move on.

The path continues to be up and down, up and down. I keep drinking all day. When I finally reach Monterotondo I am nearing the wall of exhaustion. On the way to the hotel, I buy some groceries. My pack is now loaded to the gills. Food is practically falling out.

I reach the B&B but they are full. The next hotel is another kilometer. When I reach the room, I take a shower with my clothes on. It seemed like a good idea. Wash me and my clothes. I fall out of the room  and eat at the hotels restaurant.

I did a personal best- 58.2 km. My triathlon coach (jeff s.) always said finish strong. Today, I did finish strong. I still have two days of waking but it feels great to have such a strong day after weeks of walking.

Best of all I feel really good the day after.  Tomorrow,  I will see Rome for the first time on this walk.



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Day 34: Chores, really mom!

Chores, really mom!

Day 34 Arzaq-Arraziguet 5/17

Statistics: Distance walk around town:5.9 miles/9.4 km, steps:12,413
Van: Aire Sur L’Adour to Arzaq-Arraziguet

The three of us are pretty beaten

up. We decided to take a van today instead of walking. Better than getting to Ng injured having to stop a couple days. We see a couple of our friends including Gabriella, Maximillion and Frank the German bicyclist.

It’s a good day to do some chores. We focus on making our bookings for the rest of France in the first week of Italy.

Talk to Gabriella and she’s tired and decided to go home. She said she’ll travel to Switzerland tomorrow. Also one into Frank the German bicyclist from Munich. Here’s an interesting bicycle. It has a battery and motor so He doesn’t have to kill him self to get places. Sounds like a good idea to me.

Also meet Maximillion who is a 28-year-old Italian from Lake Como and he’s injured his knee. We drink wine talk story into the night.

All in all, a pretty quiet day.


Day 31: The Song

Day 31 5/14/17
Manciet to Nogaro

Another.warm sunny day in the 60s. I transport my backpack and take my day bag. The walk is nice. The right knee is improving everyday. I start the day wearing a knee brace than I remove the brace since it becomes more difficult after wear a couple hours

A Nice day walking. A nice church or two. The Gite is located in an industrial commercial area. it was a quiet night.

I write a song for Mothers Day with Monty Python music. First song I have ever written. Too much fun!

We go to bed early


Sidebar: The History of the Le Puy Route


Le Puy or Via Podiensis route

Le Puy or Via Podiensis route is one of the four main pilgrimages through France heading towards Santiago, the home of the tomb of St. James.

The Le Puy route was used by pilgrims coming from France, Germany, Austria, Poland, Czech and Slovak republics. It joins with two other French routes from Paris and Vézelay. The fourth route from Arles has its own way over the Pyrenees.

Pilgrims have been traveling to Santiago de Compostela from Le Puy for over a thousand years. Godescalc, Bishop of Le Puy was one of the first pilgrims when he went there in 951 AD.

The pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela was most popular between 1,000 and 1,500 AD, even though numbers have dwindled at times due to political, social and cultural factors there has always been a steady flow of pilgrims.

The Le Puy route stretches from Le Puy-en-Velay to the Pyrenees talking the pilgrim through hilly regions, over rivers and streams, through beautiful countryside and through rustic villages. Eventually joining up with both the routes from Paris and Vézelay. Then meeting the Frances route leading to Santiago.


First 8 Day Log


  • days walking = 6
  • kilometers= 138
  • km/day=23
  • miles=86
  • miles/day=14.3
  • average speed= 4 km/hr
  • elevation climbed = 9,600 feet
  • elevation/day=1,600 feet
  • Total steps=214,937
  • Steps/day=35,822

Suck it up, buttercup!

As the plane door closes, there’s an
announcement “this flight is going to Phoenix if this is not your destination you need tog disembark now.”

It sinks in, I am embarking on a 2,000 kilometer trek from the Pyrenees to Rome. It suddenly gets very real. I go over my ‘honey do list’ one last time in my mind, checking off the list ..all the lights off in the house, check and took out the garbage, check. It will be 90 days until I have to be domestic again. 90 days in a different bed every night. I adjust my position in my seat and curse the lack of legroom.

My mind is quickly adjusting to the new transient reality. Always moving. As slow a walker as I am, every step is progress and I get closer to the finish line. The idea of walking 2,000 kilometers was a pipe dream until now. Challenging myself makes me feel alive, because I don’t know what lies ahead which is exciting but I do know that I will finish one way or another. It’s ingrained in my pea brain from doing years of triathlons. Like that sign at the top of the bike mountain at Ironman Canada “Suck it up, buttercup!”

The plane rambles down the runway at a fast clip and lifts off the ground. Time to get moving….

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