In case some of you have wondering if I’ve dropped off the edge of the Earth, well, I have. Besides an incredibly busy spring, I’m now on the road – literally. I’m walking all 791 kilometers (that’s about 500 miles for you luddites) of the Camino de Santiago in Spain. Temperatures are hovering about 40C during the day (104F) as I walk The Way between St. Jean Pied de Port, France and Santiago de Compastela, Spain.
Why the hell am I doing this? Part of it’s private, but part of it I’ll share. I walk to remember those law enforcement officers killed in the line of duty, specifically, some I know and some that officers I’ve worked with know. Personally, there are four names on the small thin blue line I carry strapped to my pack whom I knew and either were killed in the line of duty or died due to wounds sustained in the line of duty.
These are their names:
- Charley Hill, Alexandria Police Department, End of Watch 3/22/89
- Andy Chelchowski, Alexandria Police Department, End of Watch 7/29/93
- Morty Ford, Alexandria Police Department, End of Watch 6/18/11
- Robin Daniels, National Park Service, End of Watch 2/28/89