Heroes, thieves, blackmailers, faithful Jacobins, betrayers, or Scotland’s own Robin Hood—these titles can be used to describe Rob Roy McGregor, at least in part. On New Year’s Eve 202 years ago, with the life of Sir Walter Scott’s fictional Rob Roy, the reputation of the desperado was established and he became a true mysterious figure in history.
Rob Roy Journey
Today, Rob Roy owns a hiking trail named after him. The Rob Roy Road is 77 miles long (94 miles if the optional route is added). It starts from the small town of Drymen on the edge of the Trossachs Forest Park, 17 miles north of Glasgow, and ends at Cairngorm Mountain Country Pitlochry, the gateway to the forest park. There are Aberfoyle, Callander, Strathir, Killeen and Aberfeldy along the way, as well as Lake Venaha, Lake Lubneg, and Lake Tay. These places are said to be chaotic with him. Related to his theft career.
Bring a copy of “Rob Roy” from 1863 and the perfect guide written by the co-founder of this route, Jacqueta Megali. A friend and I thought of Rob Roy Embarked on the journey as slow as a sloth. We walked 9 to 15 miles every day (he walked faster than us with the stolen cows), and stayed in a comfortable bed and breakfast every night.
The owner of one of the homestays told us that a grumbling American couple also lived with him. “We spent thousands of dollars to experience this hiking route,” they complained. “Many sections are similar to swamps.” Obviously, they expected the entire route to be a wide gravel trail.
On the fourth day, contrary to the American couple, we began to hope that there would be fewer secondary roads, forest trails, abandoned railways, and gravel bike paths in the future, and we even wanted to take the sheep-gut trail, regardless of the road conditions. This route had to keep us low. We winded through rugged canyons and wide flat valleys, passing rivers and lakes, as if mimicking the escape route Rob Roy would choose after stealing things. We stopped and stopped along the way, looking up at the Mentis Hills, or the magnificent peaks of Ben Leidy and Ben Lawers, and overlooking the countless small waterfalls below.
I have to say that it has been 288 years since McGregor passed away (he died peacefully in his own bed despite all the difficulties), and this notorious villain/hero has left very few traces. Our journey started quite smoothly, starting from the Klein Inn in Dremen, which got its business license in the year that McGregor died, but Callander’s “Rob Roy Experience Activity” “It ended in 2006. There is also something inexplicable. This walking route passes two miles away from Barquad, where McGregor’s tomb is located. There is the epitaph of “McGregg Contempt Them” is placed there, but he refuses to condescend to visit a bit.
However, at least the offspring of McGregor’s best stealing cows still graze on the hillsides, black, brown, ginger, and cream, dotted with hillsides. The sky above them is full of late-coming swallows, preying on the remaining midges in early autumn. Carnivorous birds hovered high above the valley. In one of the narrow valleys, a kestrel and a crow quarreled for food. In Lake Tay, the red squirrels brought us a lot of joy; we stopped by the river and watched the white and brown river birds prey in awe. They dived into the river, fought with the prey, and turned up the rapid waves, finally Get together, fly back up stream neatly, and continue hunting.
These days we eat quite well and spend quite little. To be fair, the Scottish countryside is not yet famous for its food, but our dinners are always delicious every day. Chef Michael Clayton of the Aberfoyle Forth Inn, he is very good at making vegetables, and my companion told me that he does not make too much venison. At the same time, most of the rooms we live in are obviously built for those rich Victorians who enjoy comfort and large spaces. The terrace of the super beautiful Bernie Hotel in Aberfeldy is big enough to use a map.
With Rob Roy’s road finally leaving the valley and human civilization, deep into the vast wilderness, we ushered in the last two days of the journey, and this trekking journey is now in the best place. We are no longer just looking at the mountains from afar, but being among them, breathing the tranquil atmosphere of the mountains and forests, it is not also happy. Seeing the fairytale-like Mones Falls and the tree robe that shades it-“Aberfeldy Birch Bush”, the charming birch forest in the poetry of Robert Burns, we are very happy.
But to say that we are the closest to Rob Roy’s spirit on this journey, it was an encounter on a small road along Lake Tay.
”How far is it to Killin?” asked us an uncle wearing overalls and pushing an empty trolley.
”About 15 miles.” I answered him estimated, and then couldn’t help asking why he had to push an empty trolley there.
”Ah, what if I want to pick up something on the road.” The uncle replied, expecting to go on the road.
Now, it’s time for you to start this mysterious journey.