We see some cornfields now, presumably for pig food, as the corn is dry on the cob and the husks are falling away from the bright yellow ears. Most of the streams and rivers are dry, and we see little of anything alive, nor indicating human presence for some time
any but we may find a stand of poplars and willows that indicates water, and for the first time we see a bright pop of colour in the trees, with yellow sheaths complementing the predominantly green leaves and the steadfast blue of the sky. Autumn is slowly coming even to northern Spain.
We were surprised to come upon a canal at one point and followed it for a few kilometres. It's the first one we've seen here. The Canal de Castillia was built in the 18th century for both transportation of grain and power for mills, but is now used for irrigation. This pilgrim could have used a little of the transportation as it looked so inviting to just float down the wide expanse of bullrush sided water. Until we got to the next town and the locks stepped down steeply. Better to walk after all.
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