It's killing me! Anticipation that is.
We have almost all of our gear and a little more than 8 weeks to go. I just wish it would get here already because I'm consumed by this damn thing. It seems to be all I can think and talk about and I'm even starting to bore myself.
We're walking today with canned goods in our backpacks - Lauren doesn't know that yet. I think it's only fitting that we should walk to a pub to practice drinking a pint every few miles. I mean, I want to be prepared.
I'm getting all kinds of unsolicited advice from people who've never walked farther than from the parking lot to the grocery store. I actually appreciate the good intentions behind most of the suggestions but some of the comments made me shake my head and bite my tongue. Suddenly, the local couch potato population has become experts in training for a 17 day/200 mile walk over mountains and through peet bogs. Who knew one could accumulate that kind of knowledge sitting on one's arse?
Ahhh..... 8 weeks to go.
17 Day Itinerary
Our walk begins in St. Bee's on the West Coast of Great Britain at the Irish Sea. Almost 200 miles later, we will find ourselves at the North Sea in Robin Hood's Bay.
Day 1 - Moor Row, 9 miles The Jasmine House
Day 2 - Ennerdale, 8 miles Low Cock How Farm
Day 3 - Seatoller, 14 miles Seatoller Farm
Day 4 - Grasmere, 10.5 miles Town Head Farm
Day 5 - Patterdale, 7.5 miles Grisdale Lodge
Day 6 - Shap, 16 miles Brookfield House
Day 7 - Orton, 8 miles The Westons
Day 8 - Kirby Stephen, 13.5 miles The Black Bull
Day 9 - Keld, 14 miles Keld Lodge
Day 10 - Richmond, 14 miles The Old Brewery
Day 11 - Danby-Wiske, 14 miles Old School House
Day 12 - Osmotherly, 12 miles 32 South End
Day 13 - Clay Bank Top, 11 miles The Maltkiln House
Day 14 - Blakley Ridge, 8.5 miles The Sevenford House
Day 15 - Grosmont, 14 miles The Station Inn
Day 16 - Robin Hood's Bay, 16 miles The Raven House
Of course, these distances don't account for getting lost and doubling back a few times, avoiding an aggressive herd of heifers or navigating the moors.... or wandering off in search of a pint.