Friends and enemies ask me “Why are you going backpacking in Scotland?” Well, I have the Campbell’s on my mother’s side and McIalwain’s on my dad’s side so I figure Scotland had something to do with me being here now. Or Ireland. But Scotland appealed to me somehow. Last year, when I turned 70, I told my wife Alana that I was thinking about backpacking somewhere for a few weeks. I was thinking of the Way (the El camino de Santiago) because of a Martin Sheen movie I had seen but that was too long for the time I had available and too urban in many parts. Alana suggested a month if I was going to go international and I decided I could spend a few weeks on a trail and see more of Scotland after the trail.
The trail I have decided on is the West Highland Trail from Glasgow to Fort William. I will explain more later.
I seem to have a need to suffer and a fairly high tolerance for it which comes in part from my Catholic upbringing.