You guys, for the next few days, I’m going to pretty much just be walking with a group of dudes, complaining about bugs, and trying to not tell the same story a third time, so I’m not sure how much narrative these posts deserve. So I’m gonna be kinda rushed.

Loch Lomond, our good friend, will no longer be at our side.

Anyhow, what’s important? Remember how we had to take a bus backwards the previous day? Well, the day started off with us going forwards in a bus back to where we’d started, which would have been really frightening if I’d been facing forwards in the van and could see where we were going and how fast, etc. Luckily, I Was sitting backwards, so I was just nauseous. Yike.

Anyhow, then we got out and we walked. And walked. Etc. It was pretty rough, and word on the street was that there were some trail washouts/kinda lame parts in the section following lunch, so some folks elected to take a boat and a bus to meet us at the hotel. So there’s something cool about walking everything you say you’re gonna walk, etc., but we’re already kinda cheating w/r/t to our taxi rides and lodging, so we’ve been pretty cool about looking to maximize our fun rather than maximize our agony. Anyhow, I elected to walk, which was fine, but I heard the boat ride was really great. So maybe next time there’s a chance to take a boat, I’ll take it. Alas, I did not take the boat ride, so these pictures are all on the trail.

So I just said there was no use for narrative, and then I go off on a big, boring narrative. Whatever. Walk walk walk. Then we got to our hotel, which was deemed best pub in all Scotland. In 1705. That place was cool; it deserves an entire post, which will follow.