15.9 miles ascent 1770′ descent 1620′
This day we were back on the trail after taking a day off to give our legs a rest. As it turned out, that decision planned months ago, saved us since there was record-breaking rainfall the entire day. The scene in the hotel that day was chaotic as disoriented, bewildered tent campers rushed in, crowding the hotel lobby in dripping wet gear, looking for lodging. All the information I had read during the trip’s planning phase warned us to expect rain throughout and rejoice if there was any sun. Fortunately, the only rain we encountered was on that rest day!
We warmed up for the day’s trek as we climbed the mile back to the trail which wound through a lush, larch plantation. The damp earth and pine aroma were invigorating.
The path occasionally gave us views of the glen below as it weaved through the forest. Eventually descending to the valley floor, we crossed a busy road, and ducked under a railway bridge for the Oban branch line.
We were looking forward to seeing many of the infamous Highland Cattle while on our trek. This lone cow was the only one that we saw.
This area’s history is fascinating. Upon reaching the glen we came upon the ruins of a 12th century priory known as St. Fillan’s Priory so named after an 8th century monk. The priory had been large, measuring approximately 50 meters long.
Near by is an ancient burial ground with 4 grave-stones dating to the 8th century.
Boisterous lambs bounding around the fields entertained us as we walked along through Auchtertyre Farm.
Jumping back into history, Robert the Bruce fought and lost the battle of Dalrigh in 1306 just a bit further along.
One can only imagine the battlefield scene that took place at this very spot.
It is believed that Robert the Bruce received solace from the monks in the area after his defeat. He then granted them control of what became a priory. Robert the Bruce was said to have thrown his sword in a near-by pool after the battle, although the sword has not been found. However, there is a marker designating the sword and the supposed event.
Having taken an enjoyable and informative step back in time to learn a little Scottish history, we moved on to Tyndrum for lunch. Leaving Tyndrum behind we followed a path which, for a while, tracked near the A82 highway. Leaving the valley floor, we ascended the rough terrain which rapidly changed from forested landscapes to a wide open expanse with an impressive view of the mountain named Beinn Dorain.
The train to Fort William – the final destination of our trek – ran through this glen several times per day. The Way led us into a dark, slippery tunnel under these tracks.
The views were stunning as the path now descended into the glen, dominated by Beinn Dorain which swept up into the clouds.
The pastoral landscape was very peaceful as we passed by.
We continued on a rather easy ramble and finally reached The Bridge of Orchy, a village dating back to 1751 which consisted mostly of The Bridge of Orchy Hotel. We had been unable to secure lodging at this hotel while planning the hike several months ago and knew we must return to Tyndrum for the night, which was accomplished via bus.