We took a walk through heaven

The high plains of the Meseta are behind us. For the past week we’ve been climbing into the Leon mountain range, walking along steep ridges and passing through crumbling and nearly deserted stone villages.

Two days ago we made a 13-mile ascent and precarious descent over Irago Pass, the highest point along the entire French Way route. 

Maybe it was the juxtaposition from the flat brown Meseta to the vibrant colors and vistas of the mountains. It likely involved our spiritual set point after having now walked 350 miles.  

And there was certainly some emotionalism with this being the day that we laid down our stone at the base of the Ferro de Cruz (Iron Cross).

It all added up to a walk through heaven on that day.  We were carried in God’s hands, enveloped by a Spring riot of flowers in purples, yellows, whites, and blues, all set against soft vistas of mountains and sparkling skies.  

We stopped again and again to savor where we were at that moment. Burning it into our shared memories because we knew no photographs would capture what we were experiencing..