The walk along Loch Lomand was, again, gorgeous. And guess what! We took the high road, but don't be impressed. Apparently, it is the easier of the two routes.
A couple of samples what the the side away from the loch looked like:
Bluebells are still in abundance and brilliant, but we saw many primroses. Since I have had a few sips of beer tonight, I can hardly think straight, so choosing photos is simply too much to ask, therefore, two shots of the dozens taken are here:
A striated rock with moss:
Always, waterfalls are more impressive live:
The loch slurping against the shore:
Speaking of senses, the two best smells have been of bluebells and pine; today wild garlic became a third. Sounds have been abundant: birds whose names I do not know, the wind, many kinds of water: large falls, smaller falls, brooks and streams. But today, we heard a very sad sound. Way way up on a cliff, aha, an occasion to use the word arete (right, crossword puzzle fans?) was a mama sheep calling MAAAAAA repeatedly, and repeatedly she was answered by a baby BAAAAA only the baby's cry came from way over on the other side of a big stream. How it got there, we could not figure out.
Can't leave those bluebells alone:
Feral goats! We were so excited to spot several of these large shaggy creatures:
And, of course, its baby:
Tomorrow beautiful weather is forecast again. We did a significant section today of rock-root-boulder-narrow trail kind of walking, slow going to be sure--you had to watch every step you took--but all I could think was ohmygod, if one had to do this in the pouring rain, how treacherous and scary it would be.
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