Today’s Miles: 17.2
Total Miles: 6,346.3
Guadalmesí, Spain – May 28, 2017
A thin haze hangs in the morning air, blurring imagination and reality. The sun glows gold and silver against the water, leaving Gibraltar to rise like a shadowy battleship among the waves. Giant ships from across the seas, each a thousand feet long, are reduced to a collection of dinghies underneath the dark cliffs. They shrink and slip away with each step until they disappear behind the horizon, leaving only the mighty rock of Gibraltar peeking up from the distance, fading until it too disappears, lost behind the coastal mountains.
“How many more horizons are left,” I wonder.
They once felt endless, standing at Kinnarodden, my heels on the northern edge of the continent, staring south and wondering what lay beyond. I glanced back from the top of a rolling mountain the next day as I stood among the shattered stones of Norway, knowing that in a few steps Kinnarodden would disappear behind me and, with it, the end of the first horizon.
“How many?” I thought then.
I remember glaciers clinging to rocks, fjords glowing under the midnight sun, and waterfalls crashing down. I remember climbing up Halti to stare at the moon, watching it drift along the peaks like a silver ball, and the night the stars first twinkled again in the sky. There was always another mountain, another valley, another herd of reindeer to follow up a distant ridge.
Until there wasn’t.
I remember the northern coast of Denmark curving away in a sandy arc as three seals lay in the sunlight, black forests, and German castles rising on distant hillsides. I remember the first glimpse of the Alps, like tiny teeth on the horizon, waiting for me in the middle of winter.
I remember the Mediterranean coast glowing blue in Italy and the wild mountains in southern France. I remember the Pyrenees sliding past until I found a way through, the cold Atlantic shimering around Finisterre, the ragged Portugese coast defying the sea. I remember golden fields of sunflowers, bogs filled with cloudberries, the shade under olive trees spreading their limbs, grape vines trimmed for spring, and oranges bending branches with their weight.
One horizon gave way to the next and I stashed them away, stacking them like a giant flipbook of memories I could thumb through, horizon by horizon across a continent. But there were always blank pages waiting to fill in, hundreds of them, thousands. Now they are almost gone.
The sun burns away the morning haze as I climb an old road through the mountains. It winds on the northern side of the peaks, snaking slowly upward toward a low pass.
I can reach Tarifa tonight if I want to. It’s ten, maybe fifteen miles away. I can count in hours, not days or months.
The road reaches the pass and slips over to the southern face, high above the coast. The Mediterranean is there, beating against the rocks as ships slide by in the distance, but I don’t see it, I can only stare beyond at the silver shadow of land across the water, at the second Pillar of Hercules, at Africa rising from the horizon.
“It’s real,” I tell myself.
I say it again and again. I say it about Africa and about the end. I say it a thousand times until I believe it, until the ink dries on another precious page.
11 thoughts on “Europe N to S: Last Horizons (5/28/17)”
while looking at the horizon, what about the flowers at your feet?
I like everyone else who has been following you from your first steps at the Article Circle to reaching your goal in Spain 🇪🇸 are amazed by it all. That first swim in Arcti waters. Being followed by a reindeer. Snowshoeing through a pass in the Alps during Winter. Being stopped by someone who “knew it was you” from a radio interview. The El Camino. Finding a hiking partner for 1500 miles. The snow , rain, heat, property theft, blown out shoes and socks, aches and virtually always pain, ice creams, pastries and all the food you consumed, we followed it all. But what I’m most thankful to you for are the words and photos. And with those beautifully written diaries and gorgeous images you have given me an adventure that I could never even begin to fantasize of. You truly are an amazing explorer for your generation. You have found a way to elevate travel to an art form. I get the impression that your final steps will be baby steps. Congratulations I’m most happy for you. I can’t wait to get together with you as I’m sure your parents also can’t wait to hug and kiss you. Love you, Riko
Thank you Riko! You have said it so well for the rest of us.
I join in thanking Rikko for saying it so well. Yes, I’ve enjoyed each and every word so artfully woven together along with photo’s spanning the continent. I share in the love, gratitude and joy of a wonderful journey, thanks, D!
Wow! Simply, wow!
D. Yes. Thank you so much for giving us a glimpse into your world on this amazing journey. You have touched all of us with your brilliant prose and lessons in living life fully.
I also second Rikko. Your words have gone beyond us all as I am sure others like me have shared your journey with others like I. The people you have touched by walking, the simple act of walking will never be known. Thank you.
I have relished it all, Daniel, and hate to see the end of this journey. I’d have written before but keep looking for the next email! That is quite an accomplishment. Thank you for all of the excitement and insights you have shared. You are tops in my book.
Thanks, Daniel. I’ve enjoyed every step, every word. Much better than a legal brief. Please, don’t stop walking, paddling, journeying…and taking us along.
Bravo! Thoroughly enjoyed this journey with you. Found myself dreaming of being on the trek with you, at times. And looking forward to those ice creams, altho certainly not that many! Cheers Daniel, and look forward to seeing your smiling face. xox
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