Cycle: 59km
Thursday October 3
A very complicated and sophisticated bird woke us up today. It may have been a robin. The small kind. Best of all, we could hear it, meaning... an acceptable level of wind! No more howling monster. Today's objective was: visit a whiskey distillery. We plotted a course for Aberlour, and off we went, planning to visit the namesake distillery, and then nearby Dufftown and its 9 (no less) distilleries, one of which is Glenfiddich. We didn't make it far before things began to unravel. There were a lot of roadside stops, of consulting maps, of going the wrong way, of eating granola with peanut butter covered spoons, etc. And we didn't make it to Aberlour in time for the daily tours (10am and 2pm). Instead, we found a nearby campsite and decided to wait for tomorrow to visit Aberlour and Glenfiddich. In our zig-zagging across the countryside, we probably cycled past 8-10 distilleries, and that didn't include Dufftown. Yes, we are on the Whiskey Trail (next to the river Spey). A lovely conclusion to the day, I found (yet another) tick on me. Why me? Why not Jenn? Tick cards are lame. Keep a lighter and tweezers handy if you want to get the job done (and Jenn the expert ticker remover
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| An offensive tick. |
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| A useless Tick Card. Keep a lighter handy. |
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| Pigs! We rarely see them. |
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| Overjoyed to be on the Whiskey Trail. Pretending to be a wind sock (although, the wind was thankfully left back in Thurso). |
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| A strange mold coats the whiskey distillery buildings. |
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| See! |
