Day 2–Saturday, July 1. Somewhere in the Pyrenees (zero day)

We woke up at 8 after a pretty successful first 24 hours in the Pyrenees. Let’s recount the stats: 24 hours on the trail, 5 hours of hiking to cover 7.25 miles, 19 hours in the tent.

She might be abandoned or we might be in her territory and she’s keeping a close watch on us

It has rained continuously since we got in the tent. The few times the rain let up, we took advantage to empty our bladders. Lassie was right there with us to make sure our smells didn’t attract wild animals, so she graciously covered our urine with hers. Hers could not hold a candle to Pam’s though. The horses started coming around our tent to add their scents.

Pam has drawn in the horses

We have been surrounded by horses with bells, whinnying all day. Lassie hasn’t left the side of our tent since we set it up (she sleeps under the trees beside us). She tried to come in a few times, but she wasn’t happy with the vestibule so out she went. We did discover that she likes green olives.

A rare moment outside of the tent–actually our second pee break in 24 hours

Everyone we met on the trail yesterday told us we were going to have another day of rain and then it would be great weather from there on. We are hoping they are right. We have 4 days of food so we are staying put until we get a break in the weather to pack up. So far, we have been in bed almost 30 hours straight. I’m getting bed sores and Pam is losing bone mass. She refuses to eat and I’m not ready to insert a gastronomy tube. I might try force feeding in a while if she doesn’t lay still.

We have put the tent to a full rain/wind test and it has passed

Two months may not be long enough for us to do the GR10. I’ve been looking at the guidebook and I think there might be a village in a couple of miles. If the rain breaks tomorrow, I’m making a coffee and porcelain run. I haven’t dug a hole yet on this trip and don’t want to start in the rain.

Pam’s bone loss is scaring me. It’s like I have a boneless wife until she rolls over and kicks me. Why is it always the heels that are last to go?

My boneless wife

If you read this on the blog, we survived. If you are reading this in our tent, I was conditioned as American to eat boneless meat. My wife’s demise was agreed upon by both of us (even if only one of us was conscious at the time).

2 thoughts on “Day 2–Saturday, July 1. Somewhere in the Pyrenees (zero day)”

  1. Bedsores! Bone mass loss! Too funny! Hoping for sunshine and a home for lassie.

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