The crew wrapped up our Glasgow-to-Inverness bikepacking (or expedition biking as they call it here) trip this evening, although I made it here last evening via taxi for a quick visit to the ER to get a dislocated finger x-rayed and reset. The riding and weather has mostly been incredible, and we made friends with some great people along the way, including the members of the Scottish band North Sea Gas, Tour Divide fan/bikepacking enthusiast Iona (who tracked us down via our SPOT), a few colorful cyclotourists...the list goes on. We're spending the night at a hostel in Inverness before heading back to Glasgow tomorrow to continue on with this adventure. Also in town tonight are Simple Minds and Lance Armstrong. Imagine that.
Along the Great Glen Way
None with four leaves?
Enjoying a quick dose of mid-afternoon caffeine
Iona rode with us for a bit on her Salsa Fargo (accompanied by her gopher friend) before continuing on with her own weekend bikepacking trip
Hmm. It looked worse than it was.
I managed to be crash-free on all the trails, but put us on a road through a town and accidents happen. Freak accidents. Like the webbing loop on the waist strap of Matthew's Osprey backpack waving in the wind on a descent and snaring my bar end as I rode next to him. I think we had 2 seconds to coordinate a solution before my front wheel got ripped out from beneath me. Hunter and Mike are quite pleased that they managed to catch all the aftermath on film, including the doctor getting the bone back in place, me screaming, and then me putting on a show while sucking down the laughing gas.