Awesome experience at my friend’s house
Spent a month back in May 2015 WWOOFing at this great farm in Chimicum, WA
Learned about beekeeping and other aspects of farmings with some incredible friends at Growing Veterans
Time With Mom
Spending some time with my mom before I leave. I’ll miss her and all of my family dearly
In December 2015 I hiked up the mountain where St. Patrick fasted for 40 days.
Visited Finse back in November 2015 with my friend Robbie and a German guy we met named Moritz.
Spent a wild day riding bikes on the opposite side of the road with my friend Robbie back in November 2015.
Starting Chemin Du Puy
I started my 1,000 mile walk in this town in the hills of Southern France
I spent the first night on the Chemin du Puy in this village, the church sits on a rock outcrop above the rest of the village.
Spent night on Chemin du Puy two in the town of Saugues.
I spent night three in the small village of La Roche, so named for the large rock in the middle of it.
This church is in Aumont-Aubrac, the town where I spent night 4.
Nasbinals is a town right in the middle of the Aubrac Plateau, with its rocks all of the slowly rolling barren hills.
I passed through this picturesque village with a very old church and the so called English Tower.
I passed through this village on day 6, on my way to Saint-Come-d’Olt.
I spent the night in Saint-Come-d’Olt in this convent where old nuns still live and thrive happily. This is the main courtyard.
This is a picture I took of Espalion as I came close from across the river. It’s a fairly big town.
I stayed the night at a voluntary participation, pay what you can place meant for pilgrims. This picture is from across the river Lot, again, as I entered the town.
A house that to me seemed quintessentially French, though that statement has no basis in fact, just opinion. I didn’t sleep here, just passed through on a cloudy day.
This is a picture of Conques as I entered the town to curious stares of the many tourists visiting. The spires are the Abbey.
Livinhac Le Haut
I camped outside the town of Livinhac Le Haut. The campground was also home to chicken mothers with a dozen chicks, at least 3 ducks, rabbits, all kinds of farm animals.
Took this picture of Cebrerets on the way to visiting the Grotte de la Pech Merle, a cave with ancient human paintings.
Passed through the village of Bouzies, self-proclaimed cite de fleure (flower).
I stayed the night in the sleepy little town called Pasturat before waking up early and heading for Cahors. The stained glass windows of the church created a red glow.
Espagnac was a very small town I stayed in. I didn’t prepare too well by buying food beforehand, luckily the local gite had a small shelf of random groceries I could purchase from.
The ruined abbey in Marcilhac-sur-Cele was still in use, and a troupe of actors were rehearsing some 16th or 17th century themed play in the courtyard while I visited.
I walked by a bunch of homes in Saint Sulpice in the Cele Valley that were built into the cliff faces.
I tried to find a randonneur shop to replace my rapidly deteriorating backpack in Figeac while I was there, but alas, none existed.
I took this picture from Mont St-Cyr on my way down into Cahors.
I managed to see a little bit of the town of Montcuq after a long day of walking.
On an enormously long day, I passed through the medieval town of Lauzerte, set upon a hilltop. This is a main plaza in the town, I drank the magical brew called coffee there.
I walked 25 miles in one day from Montcuq to Moissac, what I truly hope is my longest day on this trip. This is the tympanum of the abbey.
I slept in a sleepy little French village for the second night in a row, this one with a commanding view of the surrounding country.
Lectoure had a massive cathedrale, and the town looked over the entire surrounding area. Too bad I didn’t have more time to spend there.
I had a wonderful dinner with all the people staying in the same Gite in Saint-Antoine. The people were very friendly.
Another town set upon a hill, this building was once the place where medieval farmers would sell their various grains.
On the way to Condom, I took the longer way to visit this village and its Collegiate Church Saint-Pierre.
I slept in the town of Eauze in a donativo, or pay what you can Gite. The couple were quite pious and I participated in prayer in their wooden chapel in the yard along with their two children and the woman’s parents. This picture is of a stained glass window in the town’s cathedral as the evening sun shone through it.
This is the moat of the well-intact remains of the old town of Larressingle, with its fort and church and most buildings all at one time contained within walls.
A brass band was rehearsing on a Sunday morning in the cathedral of this town as I sat. The one song I knew was Whitesnake’s song “Here I go again.” Fitting for me I think.
The cathedral in the in the not so inconspicuously named town of Condom.
I ended my 23rd day sleeping in a tiny village that consisted of little more than a church, some houses, and the old presbytery I slept in.
The racetrack city, I zipped through after eating some food and a brief stop at the cathedrale.
I was initially planning to stay in Aire-Sur-l’Adour, but my impulse told me to walk further, so I just passed through. This was the cathedral of the town.
I was the only person staying in the Gite in Miramont-Sensacq, where a wonderfully nice woman and her two sons volunteering to run it during their holiday cooked and talked long over dinner. This was a meadow clearing as I entered the town.
I passed through this town with a view before it on a mercifully cloudy day. There was a church and the end of a funeral taking place outside.
This oak tree I saw on the way into Pomps looks like it has had a rough go, but it’s still thriving otherwise. Oak trees are the greatest I think, like old wise sages of the tree world, gnarled and rough looking, but tough and hardy.
I slept in this tiny village for the night, adjacent to an old Abbey unfortunately closed for renovations.
I stayed in a farm near the village of Aroue. This picture was somewhere near the village.
I stayed outside the village of Ostabat at a farm, where a man sang in Basque over dinner.
The village of Navarrenx was beautiful and it would have been great to stay there, but I kept on going and stayed at a farm later. Farmers know how to eat. This was the bridge I walked over leaving the town.
One the several bridges running across the river in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port. It’s a pretty city, though very busy with locals, pilgrims, and tourists.
I slept here after my first day’s walk over the Pyrenees, a pretty town with a river running through it.
Not much happening in Bidarray, a couple restaurants, a church, and some nice views of the Pyrenees.
I had planned all along to stop here, but my body and my mind said keep going though the better part of knew I should just stay. I just didn’t like the town, though the houses and church were pretty.
The GR 10 through the Pyrenees passed through Hendaye to the Atlantic, but I turned off just before towards Irun to the south.
This imposing church wasn’t easy to find, shrouded behind sets of large buildings in every direction around it.
A picture of the beach in the European resort and holiday city of San Sebastian. I took more than a little pride in how out of place I looked here.
Looking over the canal to Pasai Donibane, where I crossed using the tiny little boat in the water.
I found this funny sign on my way out of this small little town.
This charming little seaside town wasn’t only about the beaches, but about the fresh seafood to be found everywhere and the great church in the center. This statue seemed to commemorate lives lost in a war from the 16th century
Just an interesting little square in the town of Zumaia where I stayed after a long day’s walk.
I passed through this monastery early in the morning after Markina-Xemein.
Yet another c coastal beach town, this one quite pretty and with a beautiful church right on a little spit.
Bilbao is a bustling city, and I’ve had enough of them, but the architecture in them are quite impressive, like this bridge shortly after.
A church in Guernika, the town made more famous by Picasso, bombed by the German Luftwaffe in World War 2.
I enjoyed a nice dinner with my Polish friend Marcyk and two girls from Romania in Larrebetzu. Just a quiet, Spanish town.
I passed right through Deba, only after eating some Pinchos in a local bar, cafe con leche, a Spanish quiche-like dish, and a berry tart.
On a day that seemed to last forever, this is just a street off the main square where I enjoyed a pilgrim’s dinner with, amongst others, 4 older Americans that were very nice, a couple from Colorado and two guys from Alaska.
A funny sign in the town of Orio, near the coast.
Playa La Arena
A major beach around 10 AM, I guess a little early for beach goers in Spain as it was still a little empty.
A nice welcoming message in a town in the foothills off the coast.
I took this picture on the short ferry trip to Santoña from Laredo.
The view of the boardwalk along the playa in Laredo.
A picture of the beginning of the sunrise after sleeping on the beach before this town.
Walked in to this big city within the intent to stay, walked out soon right after.
Santa Cruz de Bezana
I lucked out to find an albergue in this small town that wasn’t very pretty to look at.
Santillana del Mar
This place is a well-preserved, seemingly authentic, medieval Spanish village. This was taken in the church’s cloister.
These industrial pipes kept me company on the long road between Barcena de Cundo and Polanco.
I happened into this small village late in the day, and was happy to see the great sense of community going on there, with seemingly the entire town gathered in the central plaza playing games and drinking.
With the now normal intention to stay the night, I passed right on through the seaside town of San Vicente de la Barquera after looking at some of the major places.
Finally into Asturias, sidre-country, where many tabernas had black-dressed men pouring sidre from up high.
I passed through Ribadesella the day after sleeping on the cliffs along the ocean, with my mind set upon sleeping outside again that night.
Here is where I slept along near the beach outside of La Isla. A little close for comfort to the town but peaceful and quiet nonetheless.
I had my eyes set upon this monastery for several days. Something about the peaceful nature of it, the contemplation people have done, living a life away from society towards their own goals appeals to me. This is a picture of the older of two churches located within the Monastery.
Oviedo was the junction point between the Camino Primitivo and the Camino del Norte, where lots of people were just starting their walk. Here is one of the main squares and a government building within it.
On my first day of the Camino Primitivo I passed through this town on the way to some small forested hilltop mountain nearby where I planned to camp.
One of the buildings in Salas, where I stopped in a cafe and watched a brief football match before continuing to sleep on a mountaintop further away, on day 2 of the Camino Primitivo.
Here’s a view of Santiago’s Cathedral from a nearby large park.
Negreira was where most pilgrims stopped the first night on the way to Finisterra. I found a wooded area not long after looking over the town and was awoken by some wild pigs there.
At Hospital there was a sign thankfully telling me “last bar/restaurante for 15 km,” so I stocked up there.
Here’s a picture of the signpost at Finisterra showing 0 kilometers left.
I visited Muxia with my mom and found an incredibly peaceful place, tranquil, with waves pounding the rocks and strange events from the recent past.
This was one of the streets lined with tapas bars in A Coruña, where my mom and I indulged in several plates and even a bottle of sidre.
On our first day with a rental car, my Mom and I struck southwest towards the coast, and found this pretty little quaint friendly town. My mom started looking for shells or other collectibles on the beach.
In La Espina I asked several people of a direct, shorter way up a mountain I was intent on sleeping on. Everybody said there wasn’t one, but eventually I found one after sticking it out, some old dirt farm road that became pretty bushy towards the end.
I found this ruined monastery a little bit off the Camino trail and hung around there a bit to let my things dry, dreaming of what life must have been like hundreds of years ago for the monks there.
This village was the first water I’d found for some 20 kilometers. Luckily I’d carried 7 liters with me up the Alto del Hospital where I slept and had enough to make it to here.
Grandes de Salime
In a museum in Grandes, this exhibit showed the makings of a super mercado back 100+ years ago, still with a well-stocked liquor section.
I passed through this town and it’s gray-stoned church on my crazy 50 kilometers day, soaked with rain.
I passed through the village of Degalado on my crazy 50 kilometer day, just a few buildings there. It’s probably why I couldn’t find it on google maps and so used the nearby Paradavella instead.
I walked around the Roman walls of Lugo 1.5 times, but somewhere in the city I lost my trusty hat.
This tiny village had a Roman milestone marker and a Roman bridge several kilometers further on. This cross must have been somewhere nearby.
I met and celebrated with my Brazilian friends in Melide, meeting a kindred spirit in Rik too as I headed out. Here is the town’s main church.
Only 40 kilometers from Santiago now, this little town with this particular cluster of buildings sat alongside a nice pleasant creek.
This is ferry boat I took to get from Spain to Morocco.
I saw this McDonald’s in Tangier with a slight Arab twist while walking around out of the old town.
This is a picture from the Saadian Tombs in Marrakesh.
A bunch of kittens were running around, up to mischief at the hostel I stayed at in Antalya.
The view from the place I’ve been renting the last few months
Seattle From the Docks
Just one of many view back towards Seattle while the ferry departs for distant shores.
A beautiful waterfall in Southern Turkey. I slept on the docks with the constant pattering of water to lull me to sleep.
One of many ruins lost in time at the city of Perga in Southern Turkey
Looking towards the mountain Bodrumkayum and the ruined city of Pednelissos hidden somewhere in its shadow