Yesterday, morning mass was at 8 AM so
Yesterday, morning mass was at 8 AM so we all got to sleep in a whole extra hour. This benefit was somewhat curtailed by the fact that both the morning before that, and this morning wake up call was before 6 AM. But to get back to yesterday: The 8 AM mass was in the town of Jackson, CA at St Catherine Drexler church, which had been dedicated five weeks before. The building was to all appearances originally built to be a car dealership with large with large showroom windows complete with glass walls and everything. There was even a smaller building off to the side The church nave was in an inner roughly amphitheater shaped and could have seated around two hundred. Admirable ingenuity.
As soon as mass ended we were invited to partake in refreshments, and not just store bought doughnuts. Several pastries that looked home made with orange sections and cranberry juice and coffee. As soon as I saw the cranberry juice I knew the day was off to a good start. And that was not all. Right about the time I was expecting our walk leader to pass the word that we should get moving, but the word that came to my ears was that a generous parishioner had offered to buy us all dinner at the local waffle house. So we pilled into the vans and drove to breakfast. One cup of tea and one delicious Spanish omelet later, we drove back to the RV, packed up the support van and started off on that day’s adventure.
That day, Wednesday was my first full day of walking. On Monday the whole central walk crew went out to walk half in the morning half in the afternoon. That day we walked through the Napa Valley, beautiful fields of vines on every side. At this early date the grapes are each about the size of the head of a pin, so probably a little sour. Anyway, I was off shift on Tuesday, but by Wednesday the walk was ten miles below the city of Jackson on route 88, in Amador County. When we began walking the country was rather steep in any direction, the hills were covered in dry grass and green shrubs with the occasional tree. By the end of the day, 8 hours and 28.5 miles later and 2500 ft. higher, the road was winding through pine forests while a brisk breeze blew through the trees.
Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of they womb Jesus. Holy Mary mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.