Today’s trek: Estella to Los Arcos
As the day started I began to dread dressing my feet. After years of hiking I know where I get blisters and how they progress.
I purchased some supplies the night before and decided to use them.
We hit the road after a light meal and we knew we were too late to meet our newest friends.
Judy, bless her, wanted to hike a little closer to me today but I am much shorter than she. Even when I match her pace I end up behind because her stride is longer.
After a while, we found ourselves greeting our friends once again.
Now, Joan and his wife Francis are terrific hikers. They are scheduled to complete just a section this third go round for them.
After just a little while Joan insisted he carry my pack (presumably because I walk slow.) I gave in and we traded backpacks.
Immediately I felt terrible. I wanted to carry my own pack. I felt bad about him having to carry my load when they themselves had chosen to use a luggage transport service.
I then started hearing my ego complain that if I didn’t carry my pack my trek wouldn’t count.
I do this all the time. This time I bit my tongue and said thank you. For a few miles I rested my body. My feet were grateful and so were my shoulders. I couldn’t have been more grateful for Joan. His gallantry and wisdom won the day.
Sometimes we need to let others help us. I don’t want to be that person anymore.
I’m going to continue to carry my pack. That’s my choice. But I’m paying attention to the gifts that God sends my way and thanking Him for them.
No more sending them back, unopened.
Siempre pa’ adelante!