#El Camino Trail

[tamacathers]

What the Heck are Coronary Microvascular Disorders?

Dr. Tama Cathers  Today, I want to talk about Coronary Microvascular Disorders and give a little more information about them. GENERAL INFORMATION Anatomy: We think of blood vessels as leaving the heart carrying oxygen rich blood to the body, brain, muscles and organs, and veins as returning blood to the heart. Just like other muscles in the body, the heart is a muscle and it has its own…

[autotrails]

American Auto Trail-Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe Railway (San Acacia to Escondida NM)

American Auto Trail-Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe Railway (San Acacia to Escondida NM) https://youtu.be/KJceowe2eXs This American auto trail explores a route alongside the former tracks of the Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fe Railway in New Mexico.

[strange-measure]

MADE Bike Show Australia 2024: Woods Bicycle Co El Camino Trail

[staranon95]

decided to get myself back in the saddle and continue my long suffering dincobb camino au.

priest din meeting cowboy cobb. obviously it's gonna get gay

“Where are you centered then?��� “Stateside. The US,” he amends.  The man’s eyebrows rise up. “Oh, excellente. What state?” “New Mexico.” “Ah, a neighbour then. I’m out of El Paso.” “No, shit. Cobb Vanth,” he says, extending his hand.  The man shakes his hand with a firm grip of his own. “Din Djarin. So if you’re not here for La Liga, are you here for the trail then?” "Trail, mostly. But I’ll catch a game here and there if it’s offered." “Were you more of a Friday Night Lights kind of guy?” Din stretches his hand over to a small pretzel bowl before him, absent of any wedding ring.  "My mama signed me up for little league to keep me busy. She couldn't afford the equipment for football."  "Mm. Were you any good?"  Cobb nods. "Champs of '72. Took me all the way through high school and I ended up getting a scholarship to go to college but I never made pro."

[nbcaminoportugues2024]

Now it feels like we are on the Camino. We had several woodland trails. We were greeted by townspeople and fellow pilgrims. We had some beautiful views including a medieval bridge. We determined this was a day of high stone walls and scurrying lizards. It’s always wonderful to see our destination (Arcos) in the distance (however sometimes the distance is further than we think). We walked 11.6 miles in 6 hours and the day was sunny with temps in the mid 70s with a refreshing breeze.

Ahora se siente como estemos en el Camino. Tuvimos varios senderos del bosque. Nos saludaron los ciudadanos y otros peregrinos. Tuvimos vistas hermosas incluyendo un puente medieval. Decidimos que este era un día de murallas altas de piedra y lagartijas apresuradas. Siempre es maravilloso ver nuestra destinación (Arcos) en la distancia (sin embargo a veces la distancia es más lejos que pensamos). Caminamos 11.6 millas en 6 horas y hacía sol con temperaturas en los 70s con una brisa refrescante.

[esuemmanuel]

...y de repente, tú... ¿Cómo es que regresaste? ¿Cómo es que tu perfume ha vuelto a sembrarse en las esquinas escondidas de mi ser? ¿Cómo es que tus manos retomaron el camino hacia las mías? Dios, así de repente, así de la nada... tú... y todo lo que quiso dolerme se esfuma en la neblina, dejando ante mis ojos la bendita estela de tu blanca luz.

— Esu Emmanuel©️, ...and all of a sudden, you... How is it that you came back? How is it that your perfume has returned to sow itself in the hidden corners of my being? How is it that your hands took the path to mine? God, all of a sudden, out of nowhere... you... and everything that wanted to hurt me vanishes in the mist, leaving before my eyes the blessed trail of your white light.

[tourist-routes-in-europe]

Title: Explore Europe: 10 Unusual Hiking Trails

Introduction

General overview of hiking trails in Europe and their diversity.

Importance of exploring lesser-known trails and destinations off the beaten path.

Tatra Magistrale, Slovakia

Description of the trail and its attractions.

Photos and tips for hiking during different seasons.

Interesting facts and histories of places along the trail.

Cinque Terre, Italy

Characterization of these colorful coastal villages.

Description of hiking trails and their difficulties.

Tips for accommodation and regional cuisine.

West Highland Way, Scotland

Detailed description of this famous Scottish trail.

Photographs of the stunning Scottish landscapes.

Practical advice for hikers and information about facilities along the trail.

Dolomites, Italy

Explore some of the most beautiful mountain ranges in Europe.

Description of treks and mountain huts.

Tips for safe hiking in the mountains.

El Camino de Santiago, Spain

Provide an overview of this famous pilgrimage route.

Share stories and experiences from pilgrims.

Planning and preparation tips for the hike.

Sarek National Park, Sweden

Explore one of the wildest and least inhabited places in Europe.

Information about nature, fauna, and trekking options.

Safety and environmental considerations for hikers.

Rota Vicentina, Portugal

Description of the coastal hiking trail and its alternative routes.

Photos of cliffs, beaches, and fishing villages.

Recommendations for the best time to visit.

High Tatras, Poland

Explore the other side of the Tatra Mountains on the Polish side.

Various hiking trails and their attractions.

Comparison with the Slovak side.

North Coast 500, Scotland

Detailed overview of this famous tourist route.

Photos of bays, castles, and wild landscapes.

Tips for planning the trip and interesting places to stop.

[tamacathers]

Day 11 - O Mexiofrio - October 8

I slept well at the Albergue Camino Real. Which isn’t to say I didn’t still get up at 6 am. I think most of the pilgrims were out the door before I was. This morning I left alone, yet still was part of a group of peregrinos. Most of them passed me, it’s true. But a set of 5 or 6 people stayed at my hiking speed, though we passed each other numerous times.  I walked past a small barn that…

[nonbinary-nature-lover-jeri]

Scenes From My Walk - Raven in a tree across the Santa Fe River from me. - 10 Photos #Ravens #Corvid #Raven #RavensOfInstagram #CorvidsOfInstagram #Birds #Bird #RavenEating #RavenInATree #BirdPhotography #Birding #BirdingPhotography#Naturalist#PhotoByJeriRae (at El Camino Real Hiking Trail) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqYaHYSO3h6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[gatutor]

Johnny Mack Brown-Louise Stanley "El camino de Oregón" (The Oregon trail) 1939, de Ford Beebe, Saul A. Goodkind.

[qursidae]

I want to give the town of Point Valley (From Out of the Hunt) a new name, so I'm doing a poll to help me out.

Background info: Small town in a valley with a river/creek, that sits on the outskirts of the nation.(In the former Wyoming) It's the last stop on the railroad line, afterwards you have to hike/horseback beyond the valley to get to other nations. (and a famous trading route) It's technically outside the nations borders (like an Enclave or Gibraltar to Spain), but the surrounding areas isn't claim by any other nation. (It's considered uninhabitable). The nation uses a mix of English, Spanish and French.

I really want something simple that sounds good (the town is central to the story)

[moicabinetdecuriosites]

"LOS EXTRAORDINARIOS CORREDORES DE LOS ANDES".

Los chasquis fueron los mensajeros del imperio inca; recorrían la red de los caminos reales Incas o Qhapaq ñan que conforman países como Colombia, Ecuador, Perú, Bolivia, Argentina y Chile

Eran seleccionados desde niños, los cuales además de correr muy rápido, debían ser muy atléticos y muy resistentes, ya que tenían que cubrir grandes distancias a grandes velocidades haciendo relevo de mensajería, ya que la comunicación en el imperio dependía de ellos.

El especial entrenamiento al que eran sometidos, hacía que sus pulmones se desarrollaran mucho, para así soportar recorrer grandes distancias a grandes velocidades. La Hoja de Coca, sagrada para los incas ayudaba a los chasquis a soportar los fatigantes recorridos en las alturas. Eran pocas las personas a las que se les permitía masticar hojas de coca, considerada por los incas como una planta divina, el chasqui tenía un papel privilegiado en la cultura inca.

El término chasqui proviene del quechua chaskiq o chaskij, que significa ‘el que recibe y da’, y esta era precisamente su labor.

Los mensajes transportados por los chasquis eran cifrados en quipus; estos contenían registros oficiales, información de logística y demás información importante para el imperio.

Los chasquis podían atravesar la cordillera de los andes, la selva amazónica, o los extensos desiertos de la costa del Perú antiguo. Se dice que corrían alrededor de 2.4 kilómetros de un tampu (puesto de control y abastecimiento) a otro, luego de esto el mensaje era entregado a otro chasqui, quien lo llevaría hasta el siguiente puesto de control. Este sistema de relevo o postas hacia que los chasquis pudieran cubrir grandes distancias en cortos periodos de tiempo.

Los chasquis podían trasladar un mensaje hasta 320 kilómetros en un solo día. Esto hacia que un mensaje llegue desde la capital, Cusco, hasta Quito Ecuador, en solo cuatro días, cubriendo una distancia de 1.250 kilómetros. Esto es realmente asombroso, tomando en cuenta que solo son personas corriendo.

Los chasquis también sirvieron como sistema de alerta y espionaje. En caso de producirse un levantamiento en algún territorio lejano del imperio. La noticia debía llegar a la brevedad posible, para que así el Inca y sus generales pudieran organizar las estrategias.

Luego de la conquista del Imperio, los españoles quedaron tan impresionados con la eficacia del “correo humano”, es así que los chasquis siguieron sirviendo durante la época del virreinato.

En la actualidad el Trail Running o atletismo de montaña que también se lo corre en la altura y algunas veces por los caminos originales del Qhapaq ñan.

Se podría decir que aún se conserva este sistema de mensajería solo que ahora transmitimos amor hacia práctica deportiva y sobretodo al cariño y respeto inmenso por las montañas, corriendo por los Andes muy valiosos y llenos de muchas historias.

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[bookbyswalther]

Take a walk along the trail St. James took as this new book brings forth a pilgrim’s look at the history, mystery and life lessons learned on El Camino de Santiago.

visit stevewaltherbooks.com 📚 . .

[staranon95]

dincobb pilgrimmage au

where they both meet on the pilgrimage trail El Camino, that will take them from Portugal to Spain and how they meet each other at pivotal points in their lives and commit to walking the trail for the next thirty days together.

it'll have catholic guilt. it'll have religious symbolism. it'll even have cowboys.

[nejopolis]

What helps me ground in the midst of the storm.

I used to think I couldn’t find nature in New York

Pepper is nature

She sleeps by my feet

It feels so warm, she has a hazelnut brown color

She helps me grounding

It feels good!

Water is nature

I can connect with water even from taking a soothing shower.

I find nature in rocks

I like to hold rocks, all different kinds,

I like their shape in my hands, their temperature, fluctuating between warm and cold.

I like to hold wooden sticks and hit different objects

It’s like making music with the branch of a fallen tree.

It feels good!

I connect with nature through smells

I love to smell flowers, it’s so calming

Mary golds smells like Mexico to me

I like the color purple, it reminds me of Lavander flowers.

I also love the smell of grapefruits, reminds me of the smell of our own body that I am so attracted to, just as it is.

The smell of campfires reminds me to a pathway in the Amethyst village in Guanajuato that takes you to La sierra de Sant Rosa, it even makes me remember the moss that grows on the rocks of the trail, to El camino del Diblo and the angry cows trying to protect their calf.

I feel nature when I walk barefoot, even if it’s in the cold concrete of the city of New York, it helps me disassociate.

It feels good!

After all I am also nature, so as you are, that’s why it feels so good to hold someone else in your arms, or to see through the beautiful eyes of someone you love, It warms my heart so much, it makes me spill tears of joy.

It feels so good to listen to your own heartbeat, to listen to someone else’s breathing.

The rhythms of mother nature.

It feels good!

I like to listen to the song of birds, even if its from a lot of pigeons when I walk around the big apple or el centro de la gran Tenochtitlán.

Owls and cardinals reminds me of the Honky Tonk city.

Wild pigs and coyotes to the hidden beach of El Colorado.

The song of parakeets to the tower city, Torreon, Coahuila, the desert where I grew up.

It feels good!

I’ve been wondering how does the universe sound

How will it feel to dance to the rhythms of the cosmos

I like to dance and feel the energy flow out through my hands and feet.

Nature is all around us no matter where we are.

🤎💙💜💛💚🧡💗

[esuemmanuel]

Viento de Octubre.

El viento es la vía de la voz, del perfume, del pensamiento... de la vida. Es aliento mágico. Tantas voces, ignorando que son imposibles de escuchar, vagan a la deriva en un murmullo que el viento arropó. Hablar de “esas voces” es darles pauta a que se hagan presentes, aunque ya van dejando una estela de frío tras las espaldas de quienes se han atrevido a nombrarlas; buscan atarse a un cuerpo..., a un oído..., a unos labios para hablar a través de ellos y, así, poder sembrar un pensamiento o, tal vez, un escalofrío.

El viento calla, deteniéndose el tiempo con él, pero “esas voces” no dejan de moverse; flotando, se esparcen en el ambiente; sollozan o ríen, atreviéndose a acercarse a quienes las nombra, sin embargo, sólo una podrá meterse en la piel de quien la elija; aquel que vibre con Ella.

No se van, no porque no quieran, sino porque no pueden. Se les tiene prohibido ascender, pues no terminaron lo que debían hacer en esta vida. Así es que vagan, buscando una solución a su error, aferrándose a los vivos, a quienes llenan de miedo sin la intención de hacerlo, mientras lloran por no poderlos tocar.

¡Ánimas benditas!

¡Espíritus que vagan!

¡Vengan, yo sabré soportar su agonía!

Escucharé su nombre y su encomienda.

Seré el camino para volver al centro de la Tierra.

¡Ánima que sollozas!

El miedo se ha escabullido de mí.

Tengo en mi mente el espacio perfecto

para hacerte vivir, otra vez.

Yo mismo soy un fantasma

viviendo en un cuerpo que no es mío.

Yo mismo rogué por la salvación de mi alma 

al encontrarme en el abismo.

¡Son tantas voces, tantas...!

Y el mundo no culmina.

¿A dónde irán las almas 

que el cielo no cobija?

Tal vez, caminan entre nosotros,

llevando trajes y vestidos finos... 

O, quizás, hablen con nosotros

como si siguieran vivos.

Y es que, para “esas voces”,

la muerte no existe;

les han regalado el olvido;

les abandonaron a su suerte;

les han negado el Paraíso

con la única promesa que es la muerte.

October wind.

The wind is the way of voice, of perfume, of thought... of life. It is magical breath. So many voices, unaware that they are impossible to hear, drift in a murmur that the wind tucks away. To speak of "those voices" is to give them a chance to become present, although they are already leaving a trail of cold behind the backs of those who have dared to name them; they seek to attach themselves to a body..., to an ear..., to some lips to speak through them and, thus, to be able to sow a thought or, perhaps, a shiver.

The wind is silent, stopping the time with it, but "those voices" do not stop moving; floating, they spread in the environment; they sob or laugh, daring to approach those who name them, however, only one will be able to get into the skin of the one who chooses it; the one who vibrates with them.

They don’t leave, not because they don’t want to, but because they cannot. They are forbidden to ascend, for they didn’t finish what they were meant to do in this life. So they wander, seeking a solution to their error, clinging to the living, whom they fill with fear without intending to do so, while they weep for not being able to touch them.

Blessed souls! Wandering spirits! Come, I will know how to bear your agony! I will listen to your name and your command. I will be the way to return to the center of the Earth.

Soul that sobs! Fear has slipped away from me. I have in my mind the perfect space to make you live, again.

I myself am a ghost living in a body that is not mine. I myself begged for the salvation of my soul when I found myself in the abyss.

So many voices, so many...! And the world does not end. Where will the souls go that heaven does not shelter?

Perhaps, they walk among us, wearing fine suits and dresses... Or, perhaps, they talk to us as if they were still alive.

And it is that, for "those voices", death does not exist; they have been given the gift of oblivion; they have been abandoned to their fate; they have been denied Paradise with the only promise that is death.

— Esu Emmanuel©