I've ridden the Fort Augustus road in both directions, it's a lot more fun going down!
When I was screaming down that hill, one of my thoughts ( besides wheeeeee!) was that I wouldn't want to ride up it!
Esp liked the photo of the hill out of Tarbet, Ron.
That was another brutal hill. Strava said it was the third biggest continuous climb I'd ever done. The Aussie who ran the coffee wagon in Tarbert was a cyclist. He told me to remember to look back and not just grind up the hill. Good advice.
As I did The Hebridean Way from north to south I rode that Clisham hill toward Tarbert. It was a beast! I was banjaxed pulling in to the servo at Tarbert. I bought a pie there and asked if there was a campsite near by. The lady answered no but, pointing across the road, you can camp on our croft. Thus it came to pass Ian had the best, exclusive campsite with stunning views. A couple staying at a cottage nearby gave me cake as well. Happy days!
If that Clisham hill is the one I'm thinking of (leaving Loch Shipoirt) that would have been a beast indeed to climb. It was so windy when we descended it we had to creep down for fear of being blown off the road. That was a lovely campsite you lucked upon!
After my daughter and her partner took the bus from Ullapool to head home I took a day off (and bought a toque and warmer socks!) then headed south to join the North Coast 500, circling back to Ullapool four days later. I did not ride over the famous Bealach na Ba, having previously decided it was beyond my fitness level. When I arrived in Shieldag for a coffee, I met four young, fit road cyclists who had come over. They told me I hadn't missed anything as it was torrential rain, cold, and zero visibility at the top. I also had my one and only encounter with the infamous Scottish midges at the campground in Torridon. Luckily, I had a head net with me, but the beasties did manage to chew a ring around my legs, just below my knees in the tiny space between my knickers and knee socks. Next time I will be more generous with the Smidge! From Ullapool, I headed north towards the tip of Scotland. I took a day off at at Achmelvich Beach, mainly because my inflatable pillow had sprung a leak in the night and I woke up with such a horrible sore neck I couldn't ride. At least my day off was at a campsite with nice facilities and a beautiful beach. And it was sunny. And when I returned home, my pillow was replaced under warranty.
Here are some photos from that section of the trip.
1 Overlooking Loch Torridon. The bike looks freshly washed because the sun had come out after 2 hours of torrential rain.
2 Between Torridon and Laide, the scenery was amazingly similar to the Rocky Mountain foothills of southern Alberta
3 and 4 Lochs between Ullapool and Lochinver
FYI, taking the bikes on the bus from Ullapool was easy. Scottish City Link provided a stretchy bag to cover the bike and the driver had saved half of the luggage bay for my daughter and her partner to put the bikes and panniers. As almost all the passengers are coming off the ferry from Stornoway, the bus also waits when the ferry is late, as ours was.