“How far to the other side of the Loch?”
“About a mile and a half,” the man told him. “Farther along it’s five miles across.”
“Three miles across and back is alright for today. I might want to go further tomorrow.”
Harry looked at the rocky cliff above them and said, “You take the easy way and I’ll be pedaling along that path up there on the cliff.”
Ian, the owner of the shop that rented the bikes, told Harry that the trail was too dangerous to ride alone; someone would have to ride with him. Since Harry was alone, Ian said he would go with him. He could use the exercise and his helper could watch the shop.
“No need on my account,” Harry said, “I’ve biked up Pike’s Peak and along cliffs before but you’re welcome to join me.”
Ian shook his head as they mounted their bikes and started out.
The trail started at the edge of the Loch, led up to the bluff, then turned back and up over the edge of the cliff facing the Loch. For a mile and a half, the trail ran along the cliff. One side dropped away to rocks and water and the other sloped up the heather covered bluff. The trail was only three to four feet at its widest.