This is a shot taken approaching Ages. I am posting this because it is striking how quiet these remote villages are. When we walk through them there is no sign of life. All is quite. The wind funneling between buildings and the rustling of leaves is all one hears. It is as if these villages have been evacuated. One might expect to see a kid kicking a ball or something but nothing absolutely nothing. This can be a scary experience to pilgrims entering a deserted village looking for a warm place to stay. I had this experience with a German girl coming into Belorado alone around 4:00 PM. She was just about in tears when we encountered her. We were able to arrange a bed at the pension where we were staying but someone else might not be so lucky.