Another weekend of forecast high winds, mild air and driving rain made us reconsider a plan to find a possible winter route (would’ve been struggling!) so we decided on something a little different.
With the Easter break coming up I wanted to check out the path around the northern shores of Loch Katrine. Bike loaded the night before (with some effort – darn Presta valve on front tyre ;)) and we had a leisurely start of 10.30. The forecast had actually improved overnight – suggesting a dry day – it was wrong and the forecast from a few days before came to deluge us… A heavy drizzle soaked us as we headed along the loch. However just as we reached the boathouse, it broke and we had 15 minutes of dryness which we took advantage of to take some photos… The rain soon returned and thoughts went to the possibility of catching the boat back!!
However we persevered as we soon saw Stronachlachan across the water- it looked close – it wasn’t!! The Loch twisted to the North West and a good bit of cycling was still required! The dilemma now was whether to have a brew at Stronachlachan or continue onto our initial destination – The Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond…
We decided to carry on.
The mist and rain continued but as we descended down to Inversnaid some brightness in the sky suggested we may have made the correct decision. A memory from a by gone youth and a night in an old boat house as a 13 year old saw us investigate and travel a short distance along the iconic West Highland way…
A newer boat house now stood on a secluded bay (or so I am told!). A cracking spot for a spot of lunchJ The clouds started to part and lifted above some of the lower peaks of the Arrochar Alps across the water. Cars sped up the busy A82, but less than a kilometre away but we were experiencing wilderness (well it felt like it!) on a private beach in the Trossachs ;)
Coffee and bananas had and I led the way back to Inversnaid leaving my companion a little time to reminisce on a night in childhood in the old boat house. I waited at Inversnaid… and waited … and waited a little longer…. Eventually he emerged pushing the bike and waving over…. HIS BIKE HAD A FLAT – DISASTER! This was the furthest point from home!! However a foam inserting canister came to the rescue and worked very effectively… We headed back up the steep pull to Arklet and enjoyed a fine cycle back along Katrine to the car… A great day out J
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