Day 23: Completed Centennial Trail from Arlington to North Marysville
Highlights:
On the real Camino, I would have walked 16.8 miles from Foncebadon
to Ponferrada where I would have placed a stone at Cruz Ferro, had coffee
with modern-day Knights Templar at Manjarin, and visited a Templar castle in
Ponferrada.
Day 23 I went back to the northernmost trailhead of the Centennial Trail to complete it, walking 13.2 miles from Arlington to North Marysville, where my lovely husband once again picked me up and returned me to my car.
While
the drive to my starting point took almost an hour, the highways were empty and the last 20 minutes
through winding back roads in the early morning sun was splendid. This relatively new section of the trail
started at the Nakashima Heritage Barn Trailhead located on the former
Nakashima Farm. The farm was first a logging camp before being converted to
a dairy farm in the early 1900s. The Nakashima family, one of a few Japanese
families living in Snohomish County, ran the farm until 1942 when they were
forced to sell the farm and sent to internment camps. The Nakashima Barn is the
first to be designated “Washington Heritage Barn” status by the Washington
State Department of Archeology and Historic Preservation in 2006. The Trust for
Public Lands purchased the farm in 1997 and shortly after transferred control
to Snohomish County. (Source: https://www.wta.org/go-hiking/hikes/snohomish-centennial)
The
first 8 miles of the trail was more beautiful than expected – the smoke was
much lighter than yesterday, the air was cool and the tree-lined trail, farmlands,
babbling brooks, and decorative sculptures and fences asked to be photographed. To my mild discomfort, the first part of my
trek did not yield any potties, so (we know each other well enough after 23
days, right?), I peed in private under a bridge, checking for trolls, just in
case. As I approached Marysville, the scannable
factoids that I found in my first days on the trail reappeared. I have included one about the town of Pilchuk
in the pictures below.
Towards
the end of my journey, the trail was more urban and exposed, with the sun
getting hotter and the smoke more evident. I did however spot a farm where Halloween
seemed to come early -- with life sized scarecrows riding tractors and other
farm equipment near the street. Throughout my walk, I encountered friendly
(mostly older, male) cyclists but did not see one mask.
Today's journey was
relatively short, where I once again pulled from my banked hours. Tomorrow, I plan to do half of the Cedar River
Trail starting in Renton and might end the walk with a dip in Lake
Washington. Take care till then and ¡Buen Camino!








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