The banks of bonny Loch Lomond on the West Highland Way welcomed us Tuesday morning in Inversnaid, but when we rolled into our youth hostel in Crianlarich nine hours and 13 miles later, we felt like we had passed an enormous test. Over bulging roots, rocks, mud, steep stairs and bridges, we trudged. For the first five miles, virtually every step had to be measured. Neither of us has done such a trek. Our photos, I am afraid, do not capture the challenge.
It was a beautiful day, though, and a great pub meal, punctuated by some McEwens and merlot, made it seem worthwhile. The memory will improve with time.
After all, this is Scotland!