Tuesday, September 17th
Our packs seemed too heavy as we sped through the Albuquerque airport yesterday, and again as we exited the Oakland airport and rode the BART and MUNI to our stop at 7th and Irving near Golden Gate Park.
We are still considering what we can leave out—sleeping bags, most likely. We fly to Barcelona this evening.
Meanwhile we managed a nap and enjoyed some family time as Kent practiced carrying a load of a different kind on his back.
I am nervous about this Chemin, as there will be several days in isolated, rugged mountains with few services, but all that is yet many days away.
Meanwhile, I will live in this day, and start with this meditation from Paula:
I give thanks for the journey.
I give thanks for the arriving and leaving.
I wake to freshness and do reverence.
In a sacred manner I am walking.