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My mother really nailed it with her ornament selection for me in 2007. Shortly after we moved to Vermont in 1999, my husband, our two boys and I became addicted to skating and to pond hockey. I had always been an avid Philadelphia Flyers fan, but until moving to Vermont had never donned a pair of hockey skates. I have fond memories of skating on friends’ ponds during my youth growing up in Chester County, PA, but there were never impromptu hockey games then and my footwear consisted only of figure skates.
So, at the age of 44, I bought my first pair of hockey skates and threw myself into the sport. Our first major project on our new property was the excavation and construction of a pond! In addition, we spent many hours donating our time to getting the town rink up and running each year.
Although the skates on the ornament are figure skates, they are representative of the good times we had as a family playing pick-up ice hockey games on our pond and at the town rink. I remember a particular moment one night – frozen in time – donning my skates on the side of the town rink with temperatures hovering around zero degrees Fahrenheit – my breath freezing as it collided with the air – the rink lighting casting peculiar shadows across the ice – fingers and toes numb – knowing that as soon as I started skating a warmth would settle over me and all would be right with the world.
Daylight and nightfall
The sound of skates gripping ice
Graceful, gliding, free.
~ Lynn Thomas Amber

My mom started a tradition many years ago with her children – my sister (Vicki), myself and my brother (John). After we all flew the coop, she started giving us a “dated” ornament each year for Christmas. She chose the ornaments with care – always securing an ornament that was either relevant to whatever was going on in our lives or one that represented our interests. My dated ornaments go all the way back to the late 1970’s and my collection has grown so that they are now the only ornaments I need to fill an entire Christmas tree!
Over the next month, with each post, I’ll share a special ornament from this collection. The 1986 Sleigh ornament has always been one of my very favorites. I cannot imagine anything that would be more fun than a sleigh ride in the woods on a snowy evening!

Old man winter comes
Spreading his puffy blanket
Across the landscape.
~Lynn Thomas Amber

Springtime! That was the first word I recorded when writing in my journal about today’s walk to Saint-Côme d’Olt! Trees were starting to show signs of breaking out in leaf, the day was sunny and warm and the most impressive sight along the Way was the fields of dandelions blooming!
We had a long 19 kilometer walk today so we did not linger too long leaving town. We crossed the square in the center of town and headed towards the river to pick up the GR65.



The GR65 ascends very steeply out of town on the other side of the river. The views back toward the village are stunning! Look closely and you can spot Susan on the road down below.


As I ascended the switchback leading out of the village, the road passed by a walled, hillside cemetery.

Much of the walk today traversed dirt footpaths through agricultural land. Soon after leaving the village, I was in the country with no one to keep me company except the cattle! 🙂

The first part of the trek today ventured through a wooded area before opening up to some extensive views.



Every now and then, I would pass by some outbuildings or isolated small farms adjacent to the GR65. The rustic stone architecture with the old slate roofs is so appealing and photogenic!

After traveling through the woods, the trail eventually opened up and I was rewarded with some magnificent views of the valley below!


One of the few villages that I passed through today was the tiny hamlet of L’Estrade. There was a nice covered rest area for pilgrims here with a fountain for filling up water bottles.


After leaving L’Estrade, I was very quickly back in the country and walked through an area known for its chestnut trees. Apparently, the chestnuts were harvested here for many years.




It was an extra bonus to be walking during part of the shoulder season. Our walk started in Le Puy with bare trees and cool temperatures. To see the progression from winter to spring along our walk was restorative to the soul – very fitting as this is, for many, the reason to embark on the pilgrimage in the first place.



For most of the walk this day, post and barbed wire fence lined the trails. It was a challenge to find a spot to get off trail for a rest and to take care of necessary bodily functions (due to paying attention to adequate hydration)!

I believe I’m looking down on the tiny village of La Rozière in the above photograph. From this point, I started a steady descent down to a stream that eventually flows into the Boralde River which flows from Saint-Chély d’Aubrac. There was a nice picnic area by the stream but it was already taken by other pilgrims so I kept walking until I came to another junction and found a nice spot to grab a snack from my pack and relax!




After descending this hillside, I came to the small village of La Rozière where there were just a few buildings and a place to fill up with water and take a break.

From La Rozière, the terrain opens up and continues to descend towards Saint-Côme d’Olt passing through more agricultural land.

Descending the trail into Saint-Côme d’Olt is where I felt the full force of springtime with the expansive fields of dandelions. As a side note, I read where “Olt” is the Celtic name for the Lot River which runs through the town.


Saint-Côme d’Olt is considered to be one of the most beautiful villages in France and features a very well-kept center that has maintained its medieval flair with ancient fortified entranceways and narrow curving streets. Scenes around town…







I decided to spend some time exploring the church while I was in town because I came to realize that my accommodation for the night was a couple of kilometers out of the town. I knew that tomorrow would be a long day of hiking and so there would be no time to explore in the morning. This was one time when I was sad that we could not secure a place right in the old part of the village.
The 16th-century Eglise Saint-Côme et Saint Damien is known for its unusual twisted bell tower – a masterpiece of framework and slate construction.

The ancient carved oak wooden doors to the church are said to include hand-forged nails dating to the 1500’s.

The inside of the church is remarkable for the simplicity of the design. The lighting was impacted by the enormous stained glass windows behind the altar.


Saint Côme and Saint Damien hailed from Syria around the third century when Rome dominated the area. They were Arab twins, trained as doctors, who came to embrace Christianity and offered their services free of charge. They suffered torture at the hands of Emperor Diocletian but refused to give up their faith. Eventually, they were beheaded. Seemed to be a familiar story back then!
After visiting the church, I decided it was time to find my accommodations. I relied on signage and google maps to locate the Gîte l’Antidote – a family-run home on the outskirts of town. The lodgings were much more simplistic and consisted of an 8-bed “dormitory-style” room on the top floor of the house. It was accessed via some steep stairs with the shared bathroom on the floor below. It was adequate for the night but the beds were not as comfortable as other accommodations and the evening meal was just okay. I did not write about the menu for the meal – that is how unremarkable it was. All 8 beds were filled for the night!

Our hosts were super nice, however, and helped me with finding accommodations for the next two nights. She called and secured the lodgings I had researched as the language barrier can be quite cumbersome when trying to make reservations via the phone. I much preferred emailing for reservations as I could use my Google translate and compose a decent text in the email! Plus, I liked having something “in writing” that confirmed my spot!
Tomorrow would be a long 21.5 kilometer walk – so after washing clothes, showering and our evening meal – it was off to bed for a good night’s sleep.

A shell mosaic
Scattered by chance with the tides
In constant motion.
~Lynn Thomas Amber

A well-worn pathway
Invites me over the dune
I cross the threshold
~Lynn Thomas Amber

A sudden movement
A ghost crab scuttles sideways
Curious of me.
~Lynn Thomas Amber

Our overnight stay in the village of Aubrac was nothing short of luxurious! As soon as I arrived in the town, I went in search of our accommodations – the Chambre d’hôtes La Colonie. We were spending a little extra to stay here mainly because it was one of only two gigs in town and the other one was not yet open for the season! While there were other accommodations, they were not part of the Malle Postale luggage transport so they were off limits to us.

The hotel sits on the main road at the one end of town. I felt like I had walked back in time when I entered the lobby. It’s a quaint hotel filled with antiques and memorabilia and has a comfortable atmosphere.

The lobby housed an antique store loaded with all kinds of interesting objects and collectables. I wandered around for quite a while taking it all in!




After checking in, I was ushered to our room which turned out to be nicer that anticipated. I think there was a cancellation and we were treated to a larger room with our own bath – at 50 euros each – a bargain!





It had warmed up enough towards the afternoon that I could open up the windows and let the fresh air into the room – to help with drying my clothes.
Unlike most accommodations that include dinner and breakfast in the cost, our 50 euros only got us the room and breakfast. Since there were no other options for dinner in town, we chose to enjoy a gourmet meal here at La Colonie for 42 euros each – which sounds like a lot but it was a first class meal complete with wine and a 4-course menu. We truly felt pampered.

The following day we had a short walk to the next town – 7.7 kilometers only – so we took our time wandering around Aubrac and visiting some of the sites.
The village of Aubrac is tiny with only a handful of houses and other buildings and it is the center of the Parc naturel régional d’Aubrac. The town was founded in the year 1120 by a Flemish knight, Adelard de Flandres, as a resting place for pilgrims. Legend has it that Adelard was on a pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela and, while walking across the treacherous Aubrac plateau, he vowed to build a domiery to welcome other pilgrims and provide them with shelter.
The Dômerie d’Aubrac was founded in the 12th century and housed a community of monks who devoted their lives to prayer and welcomed pilgrims, the sick and the destitute. The remains of the domiery include the church, the English Tower and the l’hôpital. Built in the 15th century, a group of about 30 “sisters” cared for sick pilgrims and the destitute. The different levels of the l’hôpital included a kitchen, a men’s dormitory, a ladies room and a chapel. In keeping with the local architecture, the structure is built with local basalt stones created during the area’s volcanic era. Also common to this area is the use of slate for roofs – with a “fish-scale” pattern. The tall tower known as the La Tour des Anglais (the English Tower) was built during the Hundred Years War as a fortification and now serves as a communal gîte – although it was not open when we were there.

The Eglise Notre Dame des Pauvres sits adjacent to the tower and has an interesting mural on the wall that depicts the town’s history. The interior of the church is rustic with simple wooden chairs instead of pews.




A major festival takes place here in Aubrac towards the end of May – the annual Transhumance Festival. It is the annual migration of Aubrac cows from their winter quarters to their summer pastures. Transhumance is a type of pastoralism that refers to the practice of herders moving their livestock between winter and summer pastures. The festival involves the movement of the cattle from Aubrac to Saint Côme d’Olt over several days. The cattle are decorated with flowers and flags and there are many festivities along the way.
Planning Tip: Pilgrims beware!! While it might seem like fun to be here during this festival, accommodations are scarce and booked a year in advance! Best to avoid traveling through here during the festival unless you have prepared well in advance.

The walk between Aubrac and Saint Chély d’Aubrac was a lightly forested and rocky trail with so many wildflowers along the way! It’s a good thing that the walk was short today as I stopped for many photographs along the way.
Just outside of town along the GR65, I came across this statue – the plaque reads: Hommage a Notre Dame des gentianes d’Aubrac – a tribute to our lady of the gentians. Gentians are native plants to the region and the yellow gentian is a tall, yellow-flowered plant whose roots are used to brew a ligueur called Suze. The plant is not in flower until June – so no sightings of this!

Some of the wildflowers I encountered along the Way to the next stop included:






Most of the walk today was along dirt trails with some occasional minor paved roads.



Eventually, the trail traveled around an interesting geologic formation called Le Culot Volcanique de Belvezet or Volcanic Cell of Belvezet. Millions of years ago a fracture formed in the ancient base in this area and volcanic explosions formed this small cone of slag with a chimney in it’s center. I could see this for miles before reaching it – so it was fascinating to discover what had formed this stone feature.


After leaving the dirt trail and moving on to a small paved road, it was obvious I was approaching Saint Chély-d’Aubrac. There was an ornate water spigot along the road with a tile design honoring the Camino.

And also a welcome sign for the village:

There is a steep descent coming into the town of Saint Chély-d’Aubrac and our accommodation was along this descent. However, I was way too early to check in so I noted where the Gite d’étape Saint André was located and continued on into town to see if I could find a place to grab a snack.
The main center of town is built around a square and I wandered through there to the opposite side of town where the GR65 traverses over the River Boralde. It was a pretty spot and I decided to eat some of my own snacks and take a break by the river.

The Pilgrim’s Bridge is an historical monument and dates back to the Middle Ages. It is considered a UNESCO world heritage site. Notice the Cross of Saint Chély on the parapet of the bridge. It is supposed to provide inspiration and courage for weary pilgrims.

When it was getting closer to the time I could check into my lodging, I headed back into town and ran into a couple of fellow pilgrims who I had shared accommodations with before. They were seated at an outdoor cafe where their lodging was located and invited me to join them for a beer. I happily accepted!!

After enjoying a good brew, I walked back up the steep hill to the Gite d’étape Saint André and checked in. This is a more typical accommodation and we were sharing a room with several other women. It was 45 euros for room and board and there was a nice sunny balcony where we could hang our washed clothes to dry. I got a kick out of the Route US 66 gas pump memorabilia that occupied a corner of the common room here at the gîte!

The gîte was full for the night so dinner was presented on a long communal farm table and was plentiful! Tomorrow would be a long 19km walk so I ate my fill and then some!

Ebb and flow of tides
Reveal treasures under foot
Love nature’s rhythms.
~Lynn Thomas Amber

Low country road trip
The sights and sounds of Beaufort
Salt air and sunshine.
~Lynn Thomas Amber