- Time of past OR future Camino
- First one in 2005 from Moissac, France.
Hi all - I have often wondered about the whole cutting grams, going as light as .. (I do it too!!) .. thinking about the "real" world with soldiers on the march and what they carry .. Roman legions ...
now I have discovered Clara Wilkes - and she puts us all to shame. No special and expensive 'outdoor costumes' (no gears on that bike either!)
Oh my ... and here is me posting on other threads about not buying backpacks that weigh 1.2 kilos when you can get one that weighs 900gms ... oh dear ..... I hold a candle to my shame!
photo taken in 1915 when she was nineteen.
"A determined young woman, dressed in practical travel attire, navigates her heavily loaded bicycle along a scenic route. The year is 1915, and her spirit of adventure is as vibrant as the landscape she traverses.
In the summer of 1915, Clara Wilkes was not the typical young woman of her time. While others were content with the comforts of home, Clara yearned for the open road and the thrill of discovery. At just 19, she had already planned a solo journey that few would dare to undertake—a tour of the countryside on her trusty bicycle.
Her bike, though heavy with supplies, was her ticket to freedom. Laden with a tent, a small cooking set, and a few essentials, the steel frame groaned under the weight. But to Clara, it was more than just a mode of transportation; it was a symbol of her independence and courage.
Each morning, she would set off at dawn, the early light casting long shadows on the winding roads. The world around her was awakening—birds singing, leaves rustling in the breeze, and the distant sound of a stream trickling through the forest. As she pedalled, the landscape changed from rolling hills to dense woods and then to wide-open meadows, each new view more breath-taking than the last.
Clara’s journey was not without its challenges. The roads were rough, often no more than dirt paths, and the weight of her bike made every incline a test of strength. But she welcomed each challenge with a smile, her eyes alight with determination. Every mile brought her closer to something new—a village she had never visited, a mountain she had never climbed, or a river she had never crossed.
At night, she would find a quiet spot to set up camp, often near a river or under the shelter of tall trees. As the stars emerged, Clara would sit by her small fire, the warmth a comfort after a long day of travel. She would write in her journal, capturing the day’s events, the people she met, and the thoughts that filled her mind as she explored the world on two wheels."
now I have discovered Clara Wilkes - and she puts us all to shame. No special and expensive 'outdoor costumes' (no gears on that bike either!)
Oh my ... and here is me posting on other threads about not buying backpacks that weigh 1.2 kilos when you can get one that weighs 900gms ... oh dear ..... I hold a candle to my shame!
photo taken in 1915 when she was nineteen.
"A determined young woman, dressed in practical travel attire, navigates her heavily loaded bicycle along a scenic route. The year is 1915, and her spirit of adventure is as vibrant as the landscape she traverses.
In the summer of 1915, Clara Wilkes was not the typical young woman of her time. While others were content with the comforts of home, Clara yearned for the open road and the thrill of discovery. At just 19, she had already planned a solo journey that few would dare to undertake—a tour of the countryside on her trusty bicycle.
Her bike, though heavy with supplies, was her ticket to freedom. Laden with a tent, a small cooking set, and a few essentials, the steel frame groaned under the weight. But to Clara, it was more than just a mode of transportation; it was a symbol of her independence and courage.
Each morning, she would set off at dawn, the early light casting long shadows on the winding roads. The world around her was awakening—birds singing, leaves rustling in the breeze, and the distant sound of a stream trickling through the forest. As she pedalled, the landscape changed from rolling hills to dense woods and then to wide-open meadows, each new view more breath-taking than the last.
Clara’s journey was not without its challenges. The roads were rough, often no more than dirt paths, and the weight of her bike made every incline a test of strength. But she welcomed each challenge with a smile, her eyes alight with determination. Every mile brought her closer to something new—a village she had never visited, a mountain she had never climbed, or a river she had never crossed.
At night, she would find a quiet spot to set up camp, often near a river or under the shelter of tall trees. As the stars emerged, Clara would sit by her small fire, the warmth a comfort after a long day of travel. She would write in her journal, capturing the day’s events, the people she met, and the thoughts that filled her mind as she explored the world on two wheels."
Wow, I take issue with this. All of my own Camino walking "Live threads" have been 100% truthful and I have never thought otherwise of anyone else's account of their pilgrimages.
). The melifluous accent of Ruadh, the assistant, was so easy to follow.. well, he got me my pin number and now I am in Libby. I could save a fortune now, except I love to promote my favourite online bookstore in Galway.
