Life was good on Day 2. The going was mostly flat, although quite a bit of road which was going to come back and haunt me later. I took my old leather Scarpa hiking boots. I’d had them since I was 18. Used them a helluva a lot and just assumed… yep, I assumed they were broken in. Because, you know, they were… once.
I could add they were the only footwear I had with me.
Meaning I was wearing the boots on the flight over.
Hmm.
Not good.
Cousin Stu had a pair of Crocs for relaxing in, leather boots for when it got difficult, and soft trail shoes for when it wasn’t
Hmm.
Never mind, it was a gorgeous day, and the views from Conic Hill in Loch Lomond and the Trossachs National Park were fabulous. I got all tingly as I reminisced about paddling canoes on Loch Lomond.
Or was it my feet that were tingling?
Never mind.
Look at that view!
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