Our support crew really left me with a greater sense of accomplishment and a full heart.
Small detail. No entrance by foot to Saint Joseph’s Oratory because of a massive construction project. Having walked every step of the way, was I willing to ride the shuttle bus to the church? No.
Change of mind set. If I was comfortable riding ferries along the Camino, than this unexpected twist should not diminish from my accomplishment. Mask up and take a seat on the shuttle and ride to the top.
Family and friends gave us a royal welcome. A perfect acknowledgment to our Camino.
PS…Elise was part of our celebration in spirit. Unfortunately, she was unable to finish the Camino with us.
Crosses…
Last bridge crossing to Montréal Island. Finally our destination Saint Joseph’s Oratory was on the horizon.
Lights out found us at St-Maxine Church Presbytery. We were in stitches talking about memories we would remember. Isn’t it the case, the worst always comes to mind first? It’s not long before talk turned to the best. Respect and unity of effort made for nice take-homes without adding weight to our packs.
Up close and personal.
Packs with and without people.
Winding down the Camino with a little bit of country walking and lots of city walking.
Presbytery provided tonight’s accommodation plus a hair dryer for clothes and wet shoes. For me, I stuffed newspapers in my shoes and set them close to the rear of the refrigerator where the motor put off heat. The shoes gently dried in a few hours. Save the hair drier for a hair salons!
We had to make do with the National Park’s rest room for a wardrobe change. For the past hour, I kept thinking of my down jacket as the perfect added layer. Finally I was able to peel off soaked gloves, a drenched rain jacket, a damp wind jacket and add the down jacket. Just right. Onward march!
Two people opted for a taxi while three of us enjoyed a steady pace through the park.
Linda Scandore 