May 6, 2019 - No Comments!

Alone, Alive.

Making an epic solo adventure across a vastly remote area of the Scottish Highlands.

I had a day off, which I spent riding a mountain bike across Glen Nevis. The glen stretches between Corrour and Fort William, and was sitting among the top places I wanted to cycle in Scotland.

While I was in the west portion of the glen a few times, I've never further than a few miles in. The further you go east, the more remote you get. At one point, there are no settlements or paved roads in a radius of 10km of mountains, which means there is hardly any traffic at all. There is no cycling path, but I knew that there should be a hiking trail going through. The thing is, a hiking trail here is a loose term, consisting anything from wide, a well-graded solid path, to basically nothing at all. I didn't do research for this particular place and just went for it. There is a sense of satisfaction in exploring something unknown.

That thing in the middle, going between the two lochs.

To magnify this sensation, a few days ago my phone died, after four years of service, and I didn't get a replacement yet. So I didn't have any fancy tracking services this time, something I usually carry when out in the wilderness. I went analog this time. "How'll that go?" I thought as I was on a bus, getting me to Spean Bridge, from where I planned to do the loop. "Well, there's a way to find out."

From Spean Bridge, there's a singletrack road towards the glen. The thrill begins at the point it starts gaining some elevation and it turns from pavement to dirt. There's a sign telling you that you are entering "remote, sparsely populated and potentially dangerous area," and the surrounding turn very scenic. From here, one has to get over a mountain pass to get into the glen.

...However, as there's a nice dirt road going all the way up, it was an easy climb. The further you go, the rougher the track gets. Also, the further I went, the more I enjoyed it.

In the beginning, I was thinking about work, about what will I do tomorrow, all sorts of things. But the more into the trail I got, the more was I focused on the present. This reached a new level once the track reduced to a narrow trail, and remained for hours. Oh, sweet!

Every once in a while, the mud around was cut with bike tires - it was clear that many people had the idea to bike here. But I didn't see anybody. I had the whole thing for myself.

As the trail got better and better, it was interesting to see how the vocabulary of my inner dialogue reduced; from sophisticated sentences to something like: "Wow, so nice! Wow, that [water crossing] was deeper than expected; wow, no traction; wow, excitement!"

At the top of the pass, I had lunch, enjoyed the views, and then, with a huge smile, I released my brakes as I set off to descent down to the glen. Yeah!

That was well good! The trail, the scenery, everything.

At the end of the descent, I knew that I had to turn right at some point. However, there were a few trees in the middle of nowhere, sheltering an old structure asking for a closer look. So I kept straight, until I got here:

In between of me and the house was a river, too deep to smash it through on a bike. But no bother, shoes off, refreshment, and an opportunity to clean some mud off the bike at once.

It was clearly a nice house at some point, with multiple fireplaces and such. Now, only the stone walls remain. Together with the rugged environment and nobody in sight, this was a very atmospheric set.

Looking west, a strong wind was bringing a storm my way. Oh uh. "Better keep moving to stay warm!" I was thinking, and set off to the cloud. It brought a short hail storm, but what was worse, I couldn't find anything which would hint a trail going west. No bicycle tracks, or any footprint whatsoever, nothing.

To cycle on this surface; well, let's say it is rather difficult. Everything looks the same, you try to keep going forward, and suddenly your front wheel disappears in deep mud. Bogs, bogs everywhere. I had to dismount every few seconds. Time was dragging, and in a bit, I also had to give up on keeping my feet dry. While I had extra socks with me, no point in changing them in this. When there was another river to ford, I didn't bother to take my shoes off. Just keep on marching.

In this inhospitable land of noone, there was a reminder that one should know their limits.

Nevermind the trail/weather situation, what a scenery to be in!

After some time, out of nowhere, a trail appeared. Oh, yes! Please!

Not that it would be smooth, but that's fine. Technical path where you have to shift your weight constantly to keep the traction, and think about line choice to avoid pedal strikes, now that's mountain biking.

Finally, I was making some progress again and even the weather cooperated - bringing a moment of sun, just as I was passing a small waterfall. Snack time!

From here, the trail was improving with each mile.

Suddenly, I saw a familiar view. "Ha, I know this!" There was also a convenient tripod-like rock nearby, so here goes a selfie.

From this point, I knew what is ahead of me. I knew that there's a nice trail all the way back to civilization and that in no time, I will arrive to the Steall falls. Which were stunning as always:

The falls are only a mile from the nearest parking lot, so the last section of the trail was a bit busy. But as it goes downhill, it is immense fun to cycle. I was exhausted after the day in the saddle, but this section gave me a second breath.

You don't have to pedal, the gravity will do. You just have to stay upright. So good!

I passed the parking lot straight into another trail, prolonging the joy of mtb for a tad longer.

There are a few other neat falls here:

Due to their accessibility right next to the road, they were pretty crowded. It made me think that all of those people could say they spent a day outdoors - but there are outdoors and outdoors, I guess.

Speaking of the road, that's what followed, as I joined the pavement for a moment. It wasn't that bad, to be honest...

...and it took me to Fort William.

Here I got fish and chips, refilled my water bottle, and went north back towards Spean Bridge. There are designated cycling paths all the way, and it's entertaining as well. It passes the Inverlochy Castle, a ruin from 13th-century, and goes through the Nevis Range, where are some fabulous bike trails to end the day in style. The evening light wasn't bad either:

A cake with an ice-cream before the bus departure back home was then a deserved celebration of a fantastic day out.

If you enjoyed this article, you might also like my other solo travelling adventures, such as:

"Hongcun:" Stunning ancient town in a rural part of China's Anhui Province


"Colorado Road Trip:" Getting across the USA's colorful state.

..or my posts about the Scottish Highlands. Thanks for reading.

Published by: Jakub Stepanovic in Stories

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