The first day was a very long day but my energy didn’t flag. It did, however, on the following day – perhaps because I was plum tuckered out from Wednesday. So for me, Thursday was nine and half hours of muck and rock, gazillions of stiles to climb over, terrible directions, and cursing and blaspheming. It occurred to me several times that I should not have come along on this walk with Kathie and Kathleen.
(For whatever reason, I posted the photos I took on Thursday with Wednesday’s account. Guess that shows how closely Kathie reads my blogposts. Sigh. Here are some of Kathie’s pics from Thursday.)
BTW, cows are intimidated by the hands-on-your-hip stance. Trust me, I have experience with this.
We arrived in Waterville after 7 p.m., had a bite at the Lobster Bar, and called our B&B for a pick-up. Who picked us up but Anne, our Glenbeigh B&B’s hostess and sister of this evening’s hostess at the Golf Links View B&B? Small world.
That evening, I noticed a blister growing under the edge of the nail on my left foot’s second toe. What??? ARRRRGGGHHHH. What a pain…literally. If that baby popped while we were slogging through all that boggy muck, I would get a nasty infection. Kathie took one look at it and suggested I take a cab the next day. Damn. She was right though.
So, Kath, feel free to jump in any time here with your account of what happened over the next two days of walking with Kathleen. I was MIA.