Bercianos del Real Camino to Mansilla de Las Mulas
The miles are feeling more routine as the days pass. We're still mostly waking through fields on the plain but we're seeing more trees now. The mountains north of us are either getting larger or closer and provide a visual reference to our miles that endless fields blending together doesn't.
We're walking on the trail to the right, but the road captures the view better.
The peaks are still distant, but there is something satisfying about seeing them pass by.
We walked through a construction zone today. When I biked around Alaska they always insisted I ride with the pilot car but there wasn't one here and they just waved us through between trucks.