Day 3 – Rocks, rocks, tree roots and pain in West Highland Way

Knowing that I have a short day ahead of the distance, I decide to enjoy a mini lie and enjoy the last of my private room, since it is a bedroom shared tonight. Decum, I leave my main luggage where I found it when I arrived and I’m leaving.

As a note out, the transfer of luggage has so far worked very well. My bag has always been in the accommodation when I arrived and yesterday my plane

The Killer Section

I walk the 15 minutes downstairs from the bunk and I rejoin whw. The road does not take long to become very rocky and much more than yesterday. I had read that this section north of reverse along Loch Lomond was technically the most difficult due to all rocks and rocks. But I had not realized the reach of this until I am climbing for rocks that sometimes require me to use both hands to overcome. Walking and climbing is difficult and slow.

False celebrations and the return of the rocks

The rocks give way to Bluebells and a clear path and falsely celebrate the end of the murderous section.

Brief breath of rocks through the Bluebells

The rocks return with a revenge, however, with tree roots now added to the mixture. I try if walking posts will make it a little easier, but they feel more obstacles than a help. I lodged slowly and down on the rocks, rocks and roots of the trees. This section is ever ending and my approach is just to reach the end of this part.

Return from the rocks

Just when the rocks end, I manage to turn around in my left ankle. It is painful and throbbing slightly but is still manageable to walk. I slow down the speed and concentrate on walking to attack Bothy to sit wandering so delights can contain.

The morning until now has been very slow and I have not enjoyed the climb at all. The constant up and down also began to affect my legs. I am glad that it is a short day and that I decided to divide the section of Lock Shore into two stopping in reverse to spend the night.

Busky

I arrive at Daune Byy and I’m very excited to sit down. I sit on the high platform and I immediately take off my shoes and socks. My ankle is not swollen and the pain has not worsened, what I am glad, but I can feel that my right knee does not feel better. I have a snack and I drink and I stretched my rest.

Doune Byy

Back in motion

Finally, back in motion, I keep walking north. My walk posts are returned to me and, although the rocks have gone, slowly on the Beinglas camp in search of toilets and some food.

Another feeling

I arrive at the Beinglas camp and I feel. I don’t have much motivation to continue after this morning, but I still have six miles to get to Carylarich. It is the time of lunch and people are ordering, but I’m not hungry, so it costs me with some fried potatoes.

Scampi Papas

After almost an hour of sitting, my left ankle and the right knee no longer hurt. I consult the map and the next section looks relatively gentle and boring. I get up wanting to walk again before losing even more motivation.

Pain

I barely leave the camp before an scorching pain rises along the side of my right knee to the thigh. I can balance that fine leg, but walk send pains through it. I am divided by returning to the camp or continuing. I decide to continue slowly, since I know that I have time, but in retrospect I should probably have taken this as a sign to stop for the rest of the day.

The road is easy to walk in the sense that it is an agricultural and relatively gentle style track. Walking seems good, while walking down is torture and I have to breathe with each step. The six miles to my destination seem far away.

Track walk

I see the map that the route runs a bit parallel to the A82 for quite some time and that there are some waterfalls in Glen Falloch with a parking not far away. My plan is to get to the waterfalls with the opinion that if I need it, I can leave the whw here. I do it there very very slowly, but there is no way to access them or A82. I have no choice but to continue.

I upload a small hill and I feel at the top feeling lost. I am too far from the camp to want to turn around, but I don’t know where I can go out and get to Carylarich now seems very unlikely. The sun is back, there is no shadow and is warming. Two German hikers stop and offer me analgesics and speak to them briefly before they continue on their way.

It’s time to call it one day

The pain gets worse. I am walking very slowly and I have to stop after almost every step. My walking posts are helping, but it’s not enough. I am about 1.5 miles from Carylarich, but I have finished, I have to stop walking. My left ankle is fine, but my knee and the right leg have a lot of pain.

On the map I see a detachment from the Whw that takes me directly to the A82 and that is what I do. I feel very discouraged and uncertain if the pain will disappear enough during the night to continue tomorrow.

I stand in a layman at the A82 and try to make a coach to Carylarich. I do not try for a long time, but anyone who goes north in the A82 has to go through Carylarich, so I feel even worse when nobody stops.

My boyfriend who had to hear me call him several times since he left the camp sends the phone number for a local taxi company. I call them trying to explain where I am. Fortunately, man understands and says he can take a taxi in about 10 minutes. He explains that as is Sunday, it will be more expensive than usual (£ 9). It is not far, but I am more than happy to pay £ 9 to not have to deal with pain more.

Back in time for the night

The money of £ 9 is well spent and the taxi leaves me in Carylarich Youth Hostel. ATAMBLO AND COLAPSO IN MY BED BIRTH OF HAVING A LOWER LITERA AND I DO NOT NEED TO TAKE STAIRS.

The shelter is like going back in time. It has a depressing air about it, although it is clean and has hot showers. Wifi only works in certain communal areas and the bedroom smells at sweaty feet even though the window is open. The mattress has a large dip and the room only has basins in one place. This is my cheapest accommodation, but anyway, I’m glad to be alone there.

Happy to have packed some emergency food, microwave a noodle pocket (really not very pleasant) that saves me from having to walk to the center of the village to eat. The shelter sells alcohol, it turns out, so I give myself the treatment of a bottle of wine from a mini plane.

A disappointing dinner

Charlizo with a girl in my bedroom that happened to me earlier in the day. She is also walking/running the Whw and is limbing pain on both knees. We both hope that somehow pain will disappear during the night.

I’m going to bed with pain feeling very low on how it ended today.

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