This was by far the longest and hardest day so far: 20 miles, mostly on the road. It was tricky to pick up the trail again in the town of Carradale, as waymarkers were few and far between if not entirely absent. We saw that at least one waymarker had been removed from its original position and discarded behind a gift shop on the main road.
The rock scrambling on the beach early in the morning was fun, and definitely the best part of the entire day:
Here's the view at the top when we finally climbed up away from the rocky beach:
Things got a lot worse as we trudged (yes, trudged) up and down seemingly unending and steep paved roads. The problem with road-walking is two-fold. First, it's a lot harder on your body because the pavement doesn't give the way ordinary ground does. Second, it's a lot harder on your mind because you tend to have less of the spectacular scenery that makes all this effort worthwhile.Bill, Bob, Sarah and Poppy were walking well ahead of me and found themselves playing dodge 'em with oncoming traffic. The roads were narrow and some of the cars were fast.
Fortunately, there was a sidewalk once we got to the highway entering Campbeltown. Unfortunately, our hotel was on the far side of Campbeltown.
Campbeltown has seen better days, but it has a nice harbor and a nice bit of recreation area overlooking the water. Here is a view just across the street from our hotel. I liked that the jungle gym was in the shape of a ship:
We decided to dine at a hotel down the street, which looked a lot nicer than ours. The service was inattentive to the point of being entirely scatterbrained, and the food was disappointing. For example, our Yorkshireman asked for a dish that was supposed to come with Yorkshire pudding. When he asked if they'd perhaps forgotten it, the waitress proudly pointed to a singed pancake on his plate. 'Nuff said.Kintyre Way Navigation: [Jump to Start] [Previous Post] [Next Post]
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