Archive for July, 2009

July 15, 2009

Well I suppose it’s time I got off my lazy butt and officially updated this blog to let everyone know that at roughly 3:30 PM on July 10th I (and my father!) took the last few steps and positioned ourselves squarely at the northeastern-most edge of the British mainland. I have officially walked from the very southwest to the very northeast of Great Britain.

This post is a little bit delayed because having finished walking I naturally gave myself permission to become lazy beyond belief for a few days, and I’m only just now coming out of it.

Really the only thing I have to say at this point is that though the walk is over, I’m not quite ready to wrap up this blog yet. I have tons of pictures, and I plan on putting some of the more interesting ones up here in the near future. I’ll also trace out the rest of my route on google maps, and maybe spruce that up a bit with some pictures (if I can remember where exactly I took them). So, if you’re still interested in seeing some pictures or want to hear more about the trip, this blog isn’t over yet. If you have any things you’d like to hear more about, just reply to this in a comment. I’m not sure I did a very good job addressing the responses from my previous request (read: I did a terrible job) but I have a lot more spare time now.

Lastly, I guess this is as good a time as any to thank everyone for following this blog. I hope you enjoyed reading my posts as much as I enjoyed living them, and I’m sorry I couldn’t (slash didn’t) update more frequently!


July 7, 2009

The days since I last updated have taken me through a lot of different terrain. I’ve followed another long distance trail from Fort William up past Loch Ness and finally to Inverness. From there it’s been mostly road walking to where I am now, on the northeast coast of Scotland.

I am about 55 miles from John O’Groats as I type this, which should take roughly three days to complete. If I can stomach it, that is – this far north there really is only one road, and it’s still fairly busy. The weather is also very unpredictable. In general at this point I’m trying to get to the day’s destination as fast as possible to get it out of the way.

I spoke with a man a few weeks ago who told me it was his father’s dream to walk the West Highland Way (95 miles) before he died, a life ambition that I completed in four and a half days. The Great Glen Way (70 some miles) took four. I don’t know how I feel about that, really. I guess I should be proud. Yesterday was the longest confirmed day of the hike so far, clocking in at around 31 miles.

More generally than the route and the weather, though, my haste is because of the fact that I want my feet back. It may sound strange, but I really miss sports and other activities. For the most part all I have been doing for two months over here is walking, and it’s left me able to do little else. I think the bones of my feet are bruised, but I can’t tell because they’ve been numb for a few weeks now.

I could think of more to write but it’s getting late. Time to call an end to the 54th day of my hike, and prepare for the third from the end.