One more day, one more mountain, and then I could finally rest.
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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.
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.
Day 22: The Falls of Clyde
It was strange – through that pain and monotony we quite suddenly found ourselves in a place of exquisite natural beauty. It was like arriving in Rivendell.
Day 21: Lead Ahead
The man was drenched in sweat. “You’ve got quite a climb ahead of you,” he told us with a grin and an Eastern European accent. We looked at the high, rolling hills behind him. “Does the path go up there?” we asked. “Yeah, it’s pretty steep.”
Day 20: Southern Upland Wayfarers
On the summit, though, we turned again to take the wind on the broadside. We leaned into it as we walked through a torrent of cloud and sideways rain. There were no features discernible but a lonely line of fence posts.