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Author Archives: Alasdair Robertson
Day 29: Ben Nevis
One more day, one more mountain, and then I could finally rest.
Days of Recovery, Part 3
The recovery was now just something that was happening passively in the background while I lived my life
Day 28: The Great Pass
I trudged into the night. The rain got harder and the darkness pressed in. I could no longer tell how far along on the path I was
Day 27: Anniversary
Look how far I had come.
Day 26: The Low Road
The choice lay before me: heaven or the underworld?
Day 25: Bonnie Bonnie Banks
The path along the lochside was easy, pleasant, and scenic. It did occasionally see fit to climb over a low hill, but I couldn’t begrudge it this flightiness.
Day 24: The Start of the End
The West Highland Way – even the very name must resonate with all hikers and lovers of the outdoors across the United Kingdom and beyond. It conjures up images of lochs and rivers and misty glens, moors and mountains, high roads, low roads, and blooming heather.
Days of Recovery, Part 2
When, on one day, a group came back chuckling that one of them had almost died when he slipped, but another had grabbed him by the backpack, my heart turned over.
Day 23: Old Man River
The last few kilometres were a haze of pain, weariness, wariness, pinpricks of drizzle under orange street lights, and bright advertisements on bus shelters. At long last, I arrived at the hostel.