I’m not going to lie, today was rough.

It wasn’t the nearly 16 miles nor was it the number of steps.

It was the elevation.

It was the rain and the fog. It was seeing just enough to know that the road continued up.

It was the creepy things.

It was the gloomy things.

It was the constant damp.

The highlights included random spots of color, crossing the border and the Pyrenees Mountains, and a lovely lunch of veg soup, Spanish tortilla, and fresh squeezed orange juice at Orisson.