We all ended up camping about 14 miles from the trailhead near Chester last night. It’s been hot, and I tried to get up early to beat the heat, but I didn’t do as well as I planned. It’s 6:30 AM, and I’m on trail, once again, heading north. It cooled off plenty last night, but I still had a very hard time sleeping. I’m not sure why, because I usually sleep great on trail, but things happen, sometimes we don’t know why.

Uptream and Snap left about an hour before I did, and I expect that Lightning McQueen won’t leave camp for another 30 minutes at least. In the meantime, I’m doing the thing I do every day when I try and bring some life back to my legs. I’m always pretty stiff and a little hobbly for the 1st mile or so every day, but by the time I get to mile two I’m usually feeling pretty good. That lasts until at least mile 15, sometimes a little longer and then the fatigue kicks in until I stop. We’re over halfway done with the hike mileage wise now, but much further along timewise. I’m certainly not going to average 25 the entire way home, my mileage will certainly be higher than the 17 or so that I averaged (including zeros) in the desert and Sierra. In the meantime, one resupply at a time, one day at a time, and one step at a time is what’s going to get me from where I’m standing right now in a burn zone in California to the Canadian border sometime in September.

After over two months, it finally feels like I’m getting to the end of California. One step at a time, of course. We are planning 25 mile days today and tomorrow, and then a shorter day into Burney Mountain Guest Ranch. From there, it’s just about 275 miles to the Oregon border. Definitely a few stops needed in between, but I can now count the remaining resupplies in California on one hand, and that’s a little exciting. It’ll take 3-ish weeks to get across Oregon, and then I’m practically home. I am getting way way ahead of myself, especially for someone who just mentioned one step at a time in the previous paragraph. But, the excitement of completion, no matter how far off is pretty motivating.But for now, I have a lot of walking left just for today, and that’s my number one priority.

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This morning I packed up around the usual time, but tried to be quiet. I joined the campsite last night that had four or five other people set up at it. Once I was pretty much ready to go those other hikers began moving around as well. Then I set out to start the day. The morning actually started with a bit of downhill. But I knew pretty soon after that I would be doing a good bit of climbing.

After I dropped down to the bottom of that descent, I began my next climb. I knew I had a few rolling climbs on and off for the next 10 or so miles. But I just threw in an audiobook and got into the zone right away. I was honestly feeling really good. Within the first hour or two I had the option of climbing across a sketchy log or getting my feet wet. At this point, I would just rather get my feet wet. I hate slowing down to try to carefully navigate across an obstacle. When I could just fling myself into the water and come out on the other side. Plus, it gets so dang hot out here. I knew my feet would be dry in no time.

Last night, I was at least considering doing some crazy mileage to rearrange my schedule. I’m really glad that I didn’t do that. It just would’ve put so much pressure on today. And while I was feeling great and still moving quickly, I wasn’t flying today. In the first few hours, I had multiple long climbs to do. And I made really good time doing them. But wasn’t hiking at 3+ miles an hour constantly. I just hiked at the fastest comfortable pace that I could. I would so much rather take my time today and go into town tomorrow morning though. Rather than stressing myself out all day today and running down the trail.

Over the course of the morning, I ran into a bunch of hikers. I passed by most of them and some were still set up at camp. One hiker who I met was named Mack. When I first saw her, she looked so incredibly familiar. It took a couple minutes to realize that I likely just recognized her off of social media. Because apparently we had never met before. But I guess she has a big following on Instagram. It was nice to talk to her for a few minutes before continuing on. Then when I was about 12 or so miles into the day, I stopped off briefly. Every now and then I’ll sit down for a few minutes to eat or do something. Most of the time I eat everything on the go. But there are just some food items that are easier to eat when you’re not moving.

As I sat, I got passed by one or two hikers who I had just gone past. But knew I would be catching up to them in a little bit. I definitely wouldn’t say that I’m the fastest hiker out here. Really the only thing I have going for me is the fact that I basically never stop going. Plenty of people have passed me over the course of this year. Usually they’re whipping by going 4 mph. But eventually, they’ll stop and sit and take a break like everybody else. While I may have gotten passed a few times this year, there isn’t a single hiker who’s passed me this year that I didn’t eventually overtake again. 

The trail today felt really variable and was quite exciting at times. One minute I would be walking through a lush green pine forest. The next minute I would be going by an Alpine Lake. Or maybe walking across along rock slab. Overall, it kept me quite entertained and was really beautiful. Today was one of those days for the time felt like it just slipped away. It doesn’t always work out like that. But when it does, it’s pure heaven. All the sudden I was looking down at my watch and it was nearing 20 miles for the day.

After going up and over rolling hills and brief climbs for most of the day, things calm down for a little bit. Then later on, I knew I would be beginning the final big climb of the day. It was a gradual but very long climb up Dorothy Lake pass. The views were beautiful in the section of trail, and most of the time you really couldn’t tell that you were going uphill.

When I got closer towards the top of the past, I went by a large camp set up. I think if I had had my head down, I would’ve walked right past it. It was a bunch of Trail maintenance guys out for a handful of days. They had a really big set up and we’re using some kind of a tube to pump in water from the lake. I chatted briefly with one guy who is standing near the trail. He asked me when I started and was baffled by my answer.

Today is actually day 31 for me on the PCT. And I’m going to be getting to Kennedy Meadows North tomorrow. Which means I’ve done about 900 miles in the last month. Obviously because of flipping between trails things aren’t as clear cut. But if I’m just counting the time spent on the PCT and the miles that I’ve hiked, then yes. The trail maintainer said that he has asked that question to a lot of hikers. And that most of the hikers are about two months into their hike if not more. Which is completely reasonable and definitely standard. It honestly blows my mind a little bit that I’ve made it so far on this trail in such a short period of time.

After passing by those guys, I didn’t have much further to get to the top. And when I crested it and began descending, I walked for another mile or so. Then decided to take one last break before marching my way to camp for the night. As someone who doesn’t really break a lot, I have been enjoying this break toward the end of the day. I’ve started a bit of a habit where I take a brief break Around the time that I have 8–12 miles left for the day. I think it’s more mental than physical. It just seems to really help and pass the time by quick quicker.

In between Dorothy Pass and my tent site for the night, I went by the PCT thousand mile marker! I can’t believe that I’m over 1000 miles into this trail. It really feels like it’s gone by in the blink of an eye. And I guess that means I’ve actually gone over 1000 miles in the last 31 days. I don’t know if that’s the furthest that I’ve gone in a one month period, but it’s probably fairly close.

It was really nice to end the day by going past such an exciting milestone. From there, I continued on for another hour or so. I wasn’t exactly sure where I was going to camp for the night. But lately the spots have just been speaking to me. I tried to set a mileage goal for the day. And once I reach that goal, everything else is fair game.

I started looking for tent sites and decided on one which was right by a river. There were a handful of tense set up between both sides of the river. I was able to find space though that wasn’t too close to everybody else. I feel bad showing up late and then keeping people up.

After I got my tent set up, I grabbed water and made dinner. When I was in Mammoth Lakes, I wasn’t able to get any normal dinners. The grocery store didn’t have Knorr side dish or anything like that. Instead, I got a few super random dinners. And tonight I was going to be trying to rehydrate or Rice-A-Roni for the first time ever. And spoiler alert, you can’t rehydrate Rice-A-Roni. Maybe if I had cooked it in my pot the entire time it might’ve worked. But instead, I put it in a Ziploc bag and added boiling water to it.

After about a half hour, it was very clear that the food would not be hydrating. I also knew I was going to have to carry the food out. So instead, I turned my camp stove on and decided to try and cook it in my pot. Even after cooking it first significant period of time, though, it was still crunchy. I ate as much as I could stomach and then just packed the rest out with my trash. That was a flop! Who knew that you couldn’t rehydrate Rice-A-Roni. Maybe plenty of people know that. But not me.

After dinner, I had to go clean up my cook pot. Then came back and returned to my tent to get comfortable for the night. I did my stretches and everything else. And while I didn’t get much work done, I did a little bit of writing and video stuff before heading off to bed.

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Thursday 29th May

Ug…

I have barely slept a wink. Worrying about my ankle, worrying about my options and what time I might get to Fort William. One thing I had failed to consider when I originally booked this trip and then benched it. I didn’t have any accommodation in Fort William sorted, and all the major hotels and bunkhouses were now full. The hotel I stayed in back in Milngavie 74 days ago (it’s possible my sense of time has slightly warped….) has a room but that means getting to Fort William in time to catch a train back. I check the train times and the last train of the day goes at 5:38pm. OK, to quote Matt Damon as Mark Watney 

I reckon I can probably walk at 2mph at the moment at a reasonable limp. It’s a 16 mile leg tomorrow so figure that is 8 hours of walking less any breaks. I want to get to Fort William with time to spare to get my train so my plan was to be walking by 6am! I decide this at approx 3am….yeah sleep didn’t really happen. I book the hotel room and pay extra to allow me to cancel it if I need too if this plan goes to pot. 

Around 5:30am I start getting myself sorted doing my best to be as quiet as I can and not disturb those camping around me. Outside it is raining. Sorry my grammar was wrong there. Outside it is RAINING… that’s better. I can hear and feel the rain pounding the outside of my tent and as I am sleeping in a wooded glade the rain is collecting into heavy globules and and blatting down on my flysheet with what feels like considerable force! I scoff down some food, mainly my last granola and a salami stick. I can’t even be bothered to try and get the stove going outside the tent to get some coffee on which is in direct contradiction to my daily required caffeine function/addiction. 

I dig out my first aid kit. Contained therein I know there is a support bandage that has sat there for probably a decade, taken on every trip I have been on and never used, it sits there it’s purpose in life unfulfilled. I pop open the plastic wrapping and if this bandage had a voice I imagine it would say “It’s my time to shine!” I strap up my ankle, pop some more drugs and proceed to get dressed. I wrangle on my waterproofs inside the tent not really caring how wet I am getting everything. This should be my last day so it doesn’t really matter how clean the inside of my tent is! Trail runners on I break out into the rain, and it is every bit as nasty as it sounded, pack my tent up and set out on my way. 

The climb out of Kinlochleven isn’t too bad. It’s a relatively steady climb up and ultimately connects onto the old military road to Fort William. My ankle is very stiff but seems to be ok on the uphill and I am encouraged by my progress. . . . and then my headphones break. They are absolutely sodden in the continuous downpour and have decided to just peace out. So today I have a further 15 miles to walk with just the thoughts in my head to keep me company….mother of god it’s worse than I thought! 

The path continues to trend upwards and the weather somehow continues to get worse. I pass a couple of wild campsites with tents set up and resolutely zipped up! Eventually after what feels like miles, I pass over a small summit and the path starts to fall away gently in front of me. I managed to capture a picture in between squalls as I make my way down.

Doing down is definitely worse that going up, I can feel the pressure on my shin and ankle each left step down. Thank god I have walking poles! I time my use to put weight on them with every left step to help take some of that strain off. Just down the hill (and just visible in the middle of the picture. I would have taken another photo up close but my phone isn’t rated to the kind of water pressures found in the Mariana Trench of rain) is Tigh-na-sleubhaich. I’ll be honest I have NO idea how to say that and my apologies to any Scottish readers but this old cottage is very atmospheric sitting in the misty Glen. I believe it was an old Drovers stop but don’t quote me on that. 

After several more miles and a couple of forded brooks at a pace that would have the average garden snail muttering under its breath that was far too sedate I get to the bottom of this long downhill. I need a break so find a rock to perch on and finish off the last of the flapjacks in my back and a chocolate bar. I really am not taking care of my fueling today. I am very much in a “this sucks and I need to get on with it” mentality. The path starts to turn north and in the distance I can see acres of forestry land which consumes the path. I apologise for the lack of photos on this step, it’s so wet that my phones touch screen is failing to recognise fingers swipes and touches. I try and dry it with my microfleece but it makes no difference what so ever. 

The trail seems to skirt most of the forested areas, snaking it’s way down through a clear section before starting up a long sustained climb. I actually don’t mind this as going up is easier than coming down at the moment. It eventually comes out on a forestry road at the top and I am excited to see down in the distance the edges of Fort William…all the way down this hill….down this long long hill….arse. At this point I am starting to be passed by those that must have got on their way after my early start. Everyone is very friendly, a few stop to ask if I am ok and I explain my ankle. Most depart with a “take it easy and good luck!”. At this point I realise I am going to make it to fort william with plenty of time to spare to get the last train and now I am eager to make sure I have a ticket booked on it. I find a sheltered spot at the side of the path and dig out my sleeping top, almost the last bit of dry clothing I have. I wipe my phone as dry as I can and also my hand and manage after a couple of attempts to get into my phone and use it enough to book a train ticket! Result, everything is coming up Milhouse! Several miles of gentle ambling later the trail comes out on the road from the foot of Ben Nevis to Fort William. Only a couple of miles to go! At the end of this lane is the original ending to the west highland way noted with a trail symbol shaped sign.

The rain has started to finally abate and I snap a quick selfie before that last push to the new finish. The last couple of hundred metres before reaching the pedestrianised area of Fort William are along the A82 and it is incredibly busy with traffic, a jarring welcome back to urban civilisation. Thankfully it is over quickly and I get to the the main high street in Fort William which is thankfully open to pedestrian traffic only. I pass gift shops, whisky shops (which I may or may not pause in front of), pubs and restaurants before finally reaching the end and the fabled “Sore feet” statue. I get a couple of “well dones” from some fellow walkers who passed me earlier and have finished and are walking back into town. I tag the finish marker and plonk myself down very unceremoniously by the statue. A very kind local offers to take my picture and I grab my lucky Highland Coo out to join me. 

West Highland Way – completed it mate.

I could end the blog here and thank you for joining me along the way and hope you enjoyed the journey type thing but I actually arrived at the statue almost exactly at 2pm so I have 3 1/2 hours to fill before catching my train back to Milngavie. 

So…for those of you still here I grabbed my stuff and walked down the high street to a pizzeria I had noted on my way though, walked in and found a table. I ordered the largest meatiest pizza they had on the menu and a large glass of fanta before stripping out of my sodden waterproofs and take my seat. I phone MrsDodge and DaughterDodge to share the news I have finished and to send them the photo at the statue, congratulations are shouted and exclamations of pride made. In the background I hear my dog bark, obviously excited that something good has happened but having no idea what it is!

The pizza arrives and is devoured in the kind of times usually used to measure particle decay in supercolliders. It is gone faster than the light carrying the information can carry it to nearby patrons. Somewhere at CERN a gravitational wave detector blinks a curious anomaly from the Scotland area, scientists scratch their head and assume it is duff data. I have no idea if it was hunger or genuine pizza quality but it tastes like one of the best pizzas I have ever had. Ooo they have a desert menu too! I wonder how quickly I can eat a tiramasu oh that quickly apparently. I’ve read with interest the phenomenon of hiker hunger on the AT and other grand trails, how after several weeks/months on the trail an almost insatiable ravenous hunger can build up. God help me if I ever manage to get onto one of those trails, I’d have that ticked before finishing the approach trail. 

I still have a couple of hours to kill so wander off to a local supermarket to buy some food for the train later and a can of deodorant to make myself more tolerable to other train users! Then I head towards a charming little independent cinema I passed on the high street which looked like it had a cafe at the front. It is immediately obvious that several other hikers have had the same idea and I smile and nod a hello at some I recognise from the day. I order the largest coffee they are legally able to serve and sit myself down on a bench and charge my phone up. The coffee is delicious and I start to feel human again. After 6 days of nurturing battery life I feel the irresistible draw to connect to the online world and find out what I have missed the last few days….not on news sites…no I like my mental health thank you very much. But catching up with friends and sharing news of my finish. I guiltily remember that I was supposed to be blogging the trip and start to write a few notes down. The coffee is finished and I notice that they also serve drinks here. I try a couple of the local beers with the dark porter being my favourite!

Time passes by at a slow pace as I ease my way back into civilization but eventually it is time to walk down to the train station. I had carried in the very bottom of my pack a clean dry top and a change of underwear in a waterproof food bag to change into for the train trip. I use the bathroom to change and spritz myself in the deodorant before walking the short trip down to the station. 

The platform feels like it is quite full however many board a train heading off to one of the coastal communities and by the time my train pulls in and everyone boards it is only maybe a third full. I stow my bag and settle down for the 4 hour trip to Milngavie station.

The train ride is….well…there is no other word for it…spectacular! If you walk the West Highland Way (and despite my injury towards the end I strongly encourage you to do so) I thoroughly recommend getting the train back to Glasgow or Milngavie whichever you are bound for. The train heads north of out Fort William before working its way through a river lined gorge and bursting out in harmonious isolation onto a remote track that takes you through the heart of the Highlands. 

Passing Loch and Ben we work our way around and south, stopping at Corrour one of the most isolated stations in the country. There is a remote hotel there accessibly only on this train and some guests wave goodbye to the staff and board before we head on our way.

It is truly one of the best railway journies in the UK. 

Eventually I make it back to Milngavie and have the 500m walk back to my hotel and car. I grab my overnight bag with clean clothes and wash kit, check in and collapse in my room! One invigorating shower later I decide to sort out my gear so I don’t have to do it in the morning. I open my pack and pull out a sodden tent and other walking paraphernalia before finding my food bag and opening it…..and finding six uneaten bags of porridge….

The next day was a 450 mile drive home, which I won’t go into detail of. It was fine, much coffee was drunk, podcasts listened to and I arrived home in the evening to hugs from Wife and Daughter and slobbered excitement from the dog and settled back into post trail home life. 

I am going to finish this series with a final shill. The West Highland Way is a wonderful trail. And even with a lot of limping I had an amazing time. The views along the way are spectacular, the scenery ever changing and the weather unpredictable! Everyone I met was extraordinarily friendly, from fellow hikers to locals I bumped into and without exception every single establishment I went into the kindness and hospitality of the Scots was 1st class. As you are on a walking website I can assume that you have an interest in long distance trails and I would urge you to add the West Highland Way to your bucket list. I will do a follow up post at some point with the gear that I took with me if you are interested.

So that’s it folks. My West Highland Way. Thank you for getting this far! I haven’t written anything that wasn’t a JIRA ticket or SQL for the last 20 years so I hope you have enjoyed my meandering description of the journey!

Wherever you are in the world I wish you Happy trails!

Thanks,

Dodge

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