The valiant crew took the high road (A82) toward the Spean Bridge, Invergarry and the southern tip of infamous Loch Ness.  The road past the loch seemed as though it would be straight as a pin.  This did not bode well for the fearless riders.  They knew that the curves and the squiggles and the fastest route through them was their mission.  A long straight road on the report might mean admonition from Her upon their return. RS had made some declaration of a land speed record attempt on this stretch of road, but alas this would not come to pass.  Perhaps it was the will of Nessie.  The doctor and the American noted that they had "seen a ripple and felt a presence" when standing at the bank of the loch.  The rest of the group would later concur once some distance had been put between themselves and the ominous Loch.
 
 
 

Fortunately the road (A83, A833) to the northwest of the Loch Ness was anything but straight.  The American, who had sensed what lay ahead, made a brave stab forward overtaking the pack in one seamless pass.  Fortunately the corners of this stretch were well marked the appropriate number of chevrons corresponding to the sharpness of the curve.  Had he not decoded these cryptic symbols the whole team would have surely been lost! 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Onward and northward they climbed toward what seemed to be the very top of Scotland.  It was in this region that the team found that which they had sought.  Either side of the road (A835) leading westward from Garve seemed to extend for miles across a rugged and barren landscape which was bordered by ridges of daunting size to the north and south.  The land was windswept and inhospitable so that if it had been raining, as it usually does, the road would have certainly been impassable to all except these mighty knights of the high road. 
 
 
 

It was on the stretch of road toward Aultguish, a town which would not exist were it not for the pub, that the team encountered what the Two Brothers would later refer to as "fresh bait."  The brothers were in the lead typically stonking 'round the bends with the American close behind when the crew together crested a hill and spied a group of four bikers heavily laden probing the asphalt ahead.  When simultaneously the Two Brothers downshifted the cry of the Swampmonsters was heard in earnest.  The surrounding vegetation shook.   In moments the Two Brothers were upon the bikers.  By all reports the unsuspecting travellers seemed as though they might head for the shoulder when they heard the brutal gurgle and slurp of two fully wound Swampers behind them.  As they had been directed to avoid unecessary incidental injuries the brothers swung far right as they overtook the others leaving them with only a bruise on their collective pride and then sounds of the swamp burbling in their ears.
 
 
 

This would prove to be a long day as the team, deprived of the companionship of their faithful sherpa, travelled on from Aultguish.  They ran the length of the road south of Ullapool (A832) to Gairloch and Achnasheen then turned back inland (A890) to Auchtartyre where they picked up the road (A87) to Invergarry and on to the familiar stretch back to Ft. William where the long day's asphalt prospecting would come to an end.