Ultreïa

September 23, 2024

Figeac -> Cajarc

Look at us, we’re in tatters, shattered.

This was the longest day ever: 32 km of freaky persistence. It may be too much some days, when the hordes march or the weather shimmers, but, not this day… two pèlerins set forth from Figeac, into the fog and the causses of the Quercy.

Oh, yeah, the misty, upward start is de rigueur, now. We just cruise on through, sharing pleasantries with co-walkers, taking in the scenery…

Scooted into an unexpected p’tit café , feeling pretty sustained… but then, nothing, rien, for another 15 km!

So, TBH, we pulled out all the stops today: both bags transported, early start, poles out, AirPods in (both of us!), beer with lunch… it probably helped a bit!? There was a cow, a dolmen, some trail-art…

Donning / doffing. It’s a skill that was so needed – the celestial shower-taps turned on at unpredictable intervals.

The long way to Cajarc, often mispronounced as ‘carjack’ (which we contemplated!) finally delivered on it’s promise, with yet another surreal cosseted town, this one nestled in a rock-curtain valley of the Lot.