Tonight we are in a super quaint little village, the first place of this kind on the walk. More about that in a minute. The subject of food, portion size specifically, has come up a few times in the comments. Here’s the deal. I’m all about gluttony when I’ve been on a bike all day…
Walk day 5: to Kingshouse
You may be wondering how the feet are after our 31 km walk. Believe me, you’ll be the first to know when either of us can feel them again. This morning started in the rain. It was pretty gentle but we headed out in full gear all the same. First stop was breakfast 500 meters…
Walk day 4: to Tyndrum
I don’t know if it snowed overnight or if the mountain tops were hidden from us before today, but as we started out in the rain this morning we were surrounded by the snow capped peaks of Ben Mor and a few of its siblings. Almost looked like the alps or something. For the first…
Walk day 3: to Inverarnan
For mom, today started with our included breakfast. Would have been more Scottish if I got the beans, but they weren’t refried and stuffed into a flour tortilla so I took a pass. Sadly it accompanied the first not spectacular coffee I’ve had here so far. But that’s probably what happens when you’re not paying…
Walk day 2: Drymen to Rowardennan
Yup, today was more work than the last. Still not punishment level, but tough enough. Started with a climb up Conic Hill, gentle for the first few kilometers and then not so much. The way up was beautiful – bare and grassy mountainside exactly like I had imagined the highlands to be – with views…
Walk day 1: Milngavie to Drymen
And so it begins. We were up earlier than I care to be (6:30), packed up, got ourselves and my still unboxed bike in a cab and to the train station for 7:30. By 8 we were in Milngavie. By 8:15 on the trail. For the first day we had unbelievable weather, 18 c and…
Glasgow (or Glesga as they say here)
When Chad said that he wasn’t going to write a post about Glasgow, I knew I had to step in. Now, I’m no Rabbie Burns (or Chad Mohr), but I’ll do my best to capture what the last few days have meant to us in the city of my birth. Glasgow was named Europe’s “Capital…
Almost a month in Scotland
Trigger warning: this post contains descriptions of travel plans that do NOT include a bicycle, which some readers may find upsetting (or at least shocking). Karen and I leave for Scotland in under 48 hours. Which means we are scrambling to get everything done. Speaking for myself here, I am stressed and excited. At the…