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June 17, 2007
Where is Nessy?
Today I arrived in Inverness which is mere miles North of the famed Loch Ness. I did not make it here entirely on my own accord, as I caught the train this morning from Pithlochry. I woke up to see another overcast day and with the cask beers of last night sitting rather heavy in my stomache I opted for the motorized transportation.
This has definitely been turning out to be an unplanned tour of Scotland as every night I seem to go to bed with an idea of which direction I am heading, and every morning I seem to change my mind.
The first morning in Glasgow I noticed the wind was blowing West, so instead of heading in to Edinburgh, (East and my original plan), I was blown West and ended up at Loch Lomond. There are loads of well marked trails and paths, (part of the National Cycling Network), which take you around the country. I continued up the number 7 route, called Lochs and Glens which headed toward Callander, but not without problems. First I failed to look closely at the cycle map I had bought and was unaware that the trail was in fact a "trail". There were roots and bumps and rocks and many bridge crossings. Naturally riding my road bike I managed to flat 4 times. My patching skills are now quite admirable!
With a freshly patched tube I headed off again, only to ride a couple miles and then have my chain break. OI, what a way to start the trip. I fixed that, and was off again. Mileage being extremely slow and the fact I was getting hungry for dinner I decided to stop off the side of the trail at 55 miles, (90ish kilometers). There was a boyscout camp and I ignored the sign which read ~no unathorized camping~ and set up next to the hose bibb. All night I had a fear of being woken by angry boy scouts wanting me off their grassy pitch, but alas I woke in the morning unharmed. The next morning there was however a frightening number of slugs climbing up the sidewall of my tent.
As far as meeting strangers I am doing alright. I meet a scottish fellow named Alan right outside of Glasgow and we rode on and off for the first two days. He in on a beer tour and has been pointing me in the right direction for pubs. Lots of conversations with locals and tourists alike. I have noticed there isn't so much a sense of wonder when people see a solo female cyclist.
Anyways, tomorrow I am heading to Fort Augustine, down Loch Ness. The next day will be Fort William, and then I will be starting to make my way toward the Isle of Mull. My father, Dal and my two Aunts will be there to welcome me into their rented accomodation :)
Posted by jmclean at June 17, 2007 07:42 AM
Comments
"Here be monsters" is only meant to keep the foreigners out and the good stuff for themselves.
Highlands = Mountains, you may have packed the wrong bike. A good pint and swearing in the local accent should get you past the flats.
Posted by: Jason at June 17, 2007 08:08 PM
O ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.
Posted by: Jeff Werner at June 17, 2007 09:22 PM