"This trail is weird. Now we are on a golf course. I hope this is right," I said as I hand Steve the camera to take a picture of what I imagine when I think of Scotland.
|I love all of these rock walls in Scotland. They do not use any type of mortar. They just know exactly how to stack them!|
"I need to stop for a minute. My sock is bothering me."
"Okay, no problem," I say as I start to take pictures. I turn around to see this. Notice.. the sock.
We've all been there. That moment when you think, 'WHY did I do that?' Poor Steve. He had some terrible blisters by the time we were done with this walk. Usually, if I carry my backpack, I always have duct tape in it for that reason. Wish I would have had it then. After an hour and a half of walking, we found ourselves here:
"Well, a lot of these trails are like that. Remember Kirkhill Forest? It was partly on roads like this. Hey Steve, what type of rock is that?"
Over two hours later we were still walking and hadn't seen any signs except the posts with arrows. Steve said, "If we aren't there by 12:30, we are turning around. It's going to take a while to get back." About 15 minutes later, we saw a sign!
"Is that the trail???!" Steve asked. "Appears so," I replied. Then, I took a picture to prove it to everybody not present.
|Yes... the path goes under a highway bridge. Mind your head.|
About 20 minutes later and after going through a gate that led to the pavement alongside the road, we entered the parking lot for the Killiecrankie Visitor Center. What a walk! Great views. The Killiecrankie Visitor Center is worth a visit. There was lots of information about the wildlife in the area. Steve and I were looking at the poo exhibit to try to guess what animal it came from. HAHA. Apparently we recognized the poo of a fox from the trail. While we were there, I got a cute tea towel that has a map of the UK and Ireland on it. It says, "Home is Where the Heart Is" and has a little heart-shaped pin that you can move around the map.
Moving on. After a quick look around, we headed down to the Soldier's Leap.
|It's tough to see but the gorge there is pretty wide. Just about 10 yards upstream, you can wade across in less than a foot of water. I asked Steve, "Why did he jump here? Why didn't he just walk up a few yards and walk across?"|
"Hey, I remember him saying that we should go through the Black Spout Woods, but maybe we should stay on the road. My phone says it's only 20 more minutes to walk via the road."
"Yeah, but the guy said it's better to go this way, and I bet it will be a nicer walk," I plead.
Steve opened the gate and headed downhill through the sheep pasture. We kept laughing because we were just crossing through some person's sheep ranch. It felt more like trespassing than walking on designated trails.
"This trail is so weird." There was another sign at the bottom. Okay.. this way.
|Yes, this is part of the trail.|
We thought we'd never get to Edradour, but we finally found a sign that mentioned it. Of course, it was followed by a sign that didn't mention it. Stupid signs. Who set up this trail, anyway? The guy said it would only take us 20 minutes to get there. Clearly, we went the wrong way because we'd been walking for over an hour. Leave it to us.
"Well hell. Where do we go now?"
"GPS says this way. You are walking the right way, Kristal."
After almost 2 hours of walking, we saw people. We saw the sign. We got excited, and then we learned that the last tour was at 3:40 PM. It was 4:10. This sign was all we'd get to see today. I will leave out Steve's comments this time.
|Steve at the top of the falls|
|The Black Spout|
|Me at the Black Spout!|
We were so tired that night, but since it was our last night, we decided to go to The Old Mill Inn after dinner to see Lewis Hamilton, a great blues singer!
Just for Fun:
I think this picture speaks for itself. You may need to click on it to make it bigger. There was a "Pinhead" statue inside. Steve said, "I don't think I would want to go there for my haircut."