Commence FB vomit.
Scotland Day 1 Update
Facial hair status: peach fuzz
Most Scottish thing I ate/did: Toured Glengoyne Distillery. I mean, it was just half a mile off trail.
Or, ate a scone on top of a Scottish Hill (see photo)
Miles: 22 (was supposed to be 19, so some of Will's "bonus" miles?)
Damon, had those pints on your behalf.
MB, I mean I HAD to sample those wee drams during the tour, right?
Currently cozying up on the banks of Loch Lomond, enjoying some lasagna. Day 2 should be even a bit tougher, so the plan is for an early night.
Scotland Update, Day 2
Facial hair status: fine sandpaper
Most Scottish thing I did/ate: Maybe it was the macaroon bar in the mist along Loch Lomond, or challenging a feral goat to a dual.
23 miles of technical hiking, occasional trail running. The clouds lifted in the early afternoon to reveal some unbelievable views of the loch and the highlands looming above.
Scotland Day 3 update-ish
Facial hair status: coarse sandpaper
Most Scottish thing said/done. Easy, anointing myself with the waters of St. Fillan's holy pool. (Claims to cure insanity. We'll see. )
Not as much in the photo department because so much time was spent dodging muddy pools.
But landed in a gift from heaven, perhaps literally. Currently writing this from a cafe in an old church. Best wifi and americano found so far.
12 miles in, 11 to go. Legs feel the accumulated fatigue, but otherwise fine. Staying at an inn 3 miles from anywhere tonight.
Also, baby lambs (I know that's kind of redundant) are really, really cute.
Legs, feet, and toes in good shape. Heart in even better shape.
Scotland Update, Day 4
Let's break from tradition so I can just set everyone's mind at ease. Yes, I survived being charged by angry Scottish cows.
You see, cows act like prey until they think they, or especially their calves are actually to be prey. So when I clapped my hands to "scoot them along" it seemed to work, that is until a calf suddenly bolted. Then 2 mean momma cows and two mean steer with big horns stopped accepting my dominance and full on charged. As I turned to run (wondering if I could actually out run a cow) I tripped, and fell into the drainage ditch beside the path.
That's not water in that ditch. Yes I smelled like manure for the rest of the day.
4 angry eyes and two snouts were within inches. Thankfully they must have thought I smelled too bad to take any additional risk.
Anywhoo, that was yesterday. Today was glorious. Kind of lamenting that tomorrow is my last day.
And yes, I was audience to a free air show at the end of my day. Nice.
(Birthday)
What a way to celebrate. 16 more miles in the Scottish Highlands. Mother Nature cooperated by allowing his Majesty, Ben Nevis, to show his face. I'll post one final recap, maybe, but it's time to find some coffee. Cheers!
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