When we started training for our first 100-mile walk, I was hopeful that it would heal our work-aholism and our anxiety around working and life. I was really hoping for a new calm. We both have so much tied up in achieving that it has been hard to have a balance with things that are …
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There is magic in walking. (Day 8)
My last two posts were not so inspired. Something I realized, is that walking more days puts a person more in the moments of walking and transitioning out of walking to technology is interesting. For Ric and I both, our dreams shifted to the trails and to the ocean. The feeling of walking settled into …
Being flexible and still finding adventure (Day 7)
Penzance to Mousehole and back again This morning when we woke up, it was sheets of rain and wind from the window. We were intending to hike the most exposed sections today. We also couldn’t handle the wind and rain on the cliff sides again so we made a change. We hiked the last section …
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So much wind and rain. And then the cliffs. (Day 6)
Gurnard’s Head to Cape Cornwall It has taken me a bit of time to write this. When we finished last night, I was exhausted. It was another hard 12 miles. And 40mph winds and rain all day. To add to the fun, this section of trail has mines dotted all over the landscape. By that, …
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Astounding beauty hard to describe. (Day 5)
I’m starting with the end of the day because after a hard 11 miles, we are staying at this very interesting little inn. Gurnards Inn. It is a 300 year old coaching inn in this tiny village, Treen. And old mining village from the 1800s that has a few homes and farms now. But this …
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Day Four on the Path (and in the pub)
It can be a scary feeling, and a most exhilarating feeling to not know what day it is or where you are or where you will be the next day. Walking brings you so much into the present moment that days and places are really of no matter. It is only what is around you …
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