Day 14 - Dunbar to Glasgow

Happy Birthday to John Muir!  Yes, the Scottish-born "father" of the American National Parks was born on April 21, in the town I happened to wake up in this morning.  My view at breakfast this morning:

Where I stayed: the Rocks (restaurant, bar, and inn)

I checked out, then went down the steep steps to the beach to complete a small task.  I'd picked up 2 small stones on the beach in Helensburgh the day I started out.  One to keep, and one to leave on the beach in Dunbar.

The beach

The stones - Helensburgh to Dunbar (the one on the right is coming home with me)

I had a bit of time to stroll Dunbar to visit the Harbour and High Street shops before heading to the station to take the train to Glasgow.

Dunbar Harbour

The ruins of Dunbar Castle

Scottie waiting patiently outside a shop for his human

One of the cleanest, most pleasant public toilets I've ever been in.

Guidebooks for middle-age

There's a nice statue on High Street that depicts John Muir as a boy

I found stuff during this journey.  Different experiences.  New friends.  Re-established connections.  Solitude.  Peace.  Solid earth.

Twenty-five pence.

I lost some stuff, too.  A fair amount of stress.  Weight from my duffel bag as things were used up.

The mate to this rubber pole tip.  It's somewhere buried in the mud on the side of Bar Hill outside of Auchinstarry, waiting for some future archeologist to unearth it and try to determine its origins and how it was connected to a hill with the remains of a Roman fort.

The toenail from my right pinky toe.  No, I didn't take a photo.

This was an amazing journey, and probably the most intense physical challenge I've set for myself.  For my next walk, I'd like a companion to come with me, to share the experience, and serve as a cheerleader on those days when the last few miles seem too long.

One last night in Scotland.  Flight back to the states tomorrow morning, then an overnight with a friend in NJ before taking the train back to VA on Saturday to snuggle with my cats.