Epilogue: The Numbers, the Nonsense, and the Thing About Andy
A day out from Arbroath now. The boots are off. The blisters are healing. My ribs still have opinions about sneezing, but they're coming around. Time to look at what we
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Day Ten: Fire, Farce, and the End of the Road
The day began with me nearly burning down a Scottish forest. I had packed up most of my gear and was, I'll be honest, feeling pretty good about myself. Ahead of
Day Nine: Silver Service, Australian Street Cred, and the Bench Problem
Dinner at Ballathie House Hotel is silver service. Gloves, proper presentation, the whole thing. Andy sat across from me smelling unmistakably of several days of Scottish hillside and received his Amuse Bouche with
Day Eight: Mint, Cows, and the Leadership Qualities of Andy Tremain
We woke up in the second greatest campsite, which smelled, and I mean this genuinely, wonderful. The whole place was carpeted in mint. Fragrant, fresh, the kind of smell that makes you feel
Day Seven: Illegal Paths, a Jailed Signmaker, and My Ribs
Days six and seven have been the most beautiful of the trip. I want to get that on record before I tell you everything that went wrong today. The morning started perfectly. Sun
Day Six: Tom, Trail Names, and the Campsite with Minimal Poop
Before we get to the walking, I need to tell you about Tom. Andy and I were waiting in the hotel lounge for dinner last night, doing what two men do after a