Although there were steps on this part of the Henro Trail, going down hill was hell on the legs. I was never able to decide which was physically more demanding, going up or going down.
Nestled in one of the little valleys was what I would call a homestead. Someone was farming the sides of the hills and from the amount of restructuring of the natural landscape they had been at it more a long, long time, very likely centuries.
As it got closer to sunset the mist gave the landscape an eerie look, a foreboding of something. However, nothing happened, except that we had to walk faster on the level areas so that we would arrive at our hotel in time for supper.
As you can see, there were still plenty of slopes to attack our legs, especially the knees. At the top of the picture there is a row of off-white objects along the side of the road. These are sand bags that are keeping the pavement from enjoying a long trip to the valley floor.
The last picture of the day. By the time we arrived at the hotel it was far too dark to take photos with my cell phone camera. We did get there in time for supper and slept extremely well that night.
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