The beginning of our trip was dedicated to conquering quite a bit of hiking. Both Josh and I have a love for the outdoors. However, due to our current responsibilities at home, we have not found the time or energy to get outside and explore. Josh had done some preliminary research on some trails in Scotland, focusing more on the Scottish Highlands.
We had heard from friends that The Highlands were incredible.
Just as they predicted, The Highlands were way more than what we had expected.
We spent two days walking a portion of the West Highland Way, which is a common hiking trail in Scotland. It was heavily populated with hikers of all ages and skill levels.
On Day One, we walked approximately 20 miles from Glencoe to Kinlochlevan.
We deliberately went the long way so we could stop by The Three Sisters. If you have no idea what these sisters are, you can stand by me, as I did not know what The Three Sisters were until we stopped to look at them.
Here is Josh, standing at the base of one of The sisters (I believe the middle child). And yes, in true Josh fashion, we did have plans to hike up one of these sisters, on top of the 20 miles already planned for the day (insert eye roll here) until I vetoed the hike halfway up the middle sister.
Josh would later, much later, agree that it was wise to scrap the hike up the sisters as we needed all of our strength to battle what was ahead.
As if one could know that trouble lay ahead, we found ourselves looking at a sign that said “This way to Kinlochlevan via Devil’s Staircase.”
If you know me well, please insert every ridiculous face and comment that you know me to do, right here. I believe there were heavy signs, raised eyebrows, and witty comments flying rampantly… Did I mention it was also raining?
With a bit of encouragement from my partner, and a whole lot of thinking, what is the alternative?? we started up the staircase in hopes to find the top rather quickly.
Fortunately, we made it to the top – without much complaining – and began winding our way down the staircase.
The views were anything but awful, which made the hiking all the more fun.
We ended our day in Kinlochlevan at a very quaint Bed and Breakfast named The Edencoille. It was there that we learned about drying rooms (for trekking gear), needing a reservation for ANY restaurant in Scotland, and mandarin-lime green yogurt. (If you haven’t had any, go get yourself some and enjoy!)
With exhaustion setting in, swollen feet, and an eagerness to continue (I think it was quite honestly, delirium that kept us going,) we settled into our very ornate bed and got as much rest as we could for the next day.
** Thank you for your continued prayers, thoughts, and motivational words throughout this journey. I know this has been posted after the fact, but the words of encouragement were so appreciated and needed through this entire journey!**