29/04 – Day 3 – Old Man of Storr – Portree then bus to Sligachan
It’s 5:50 PM, we’re settled in a pub in Sligachan, waiting to muster the courage to pitch the tent in the rain.
We’ve just finished a burger and are sipping a beer. I have to say, the weather isn’t exactly inviting...
Yet everything had started so well with a beautiful ray of sunshine. We got up at 7:30 AM, left at 8:45 AM, and enjoyed stunning views and exceptional light before quickly reaching the Old Man of Storr, with hardly any tourists.


After that, we descended and followed the coastal ridge—it was gorgeous. Unfortunately, the weather turned gray, and the rain that joined us didn’t leave. It’s even cold.
In the distance, the Old Man of Storr where we came from, and the gloom that settled in

And here’s the ridge

In the end, the stage wasn’t that short. After 4.5 hours, I hit a wall—no energy left. We stopped for a quick snack sheltered from the wind, but we didn’t linger because the cold caught up with us.
Phew, there’s Portree with its pretty colored houses, but we still had to walk along the bay


When we arrived in Portree in the rain, the idea of a hotel for the night crossed my mind. I shared it, and it was quickly adopted. We could already picture it: warm, a hot shower, no tent to pitch, a real mattress—yes, we could definitely see ourselves there... Except we didn’t find a hotel at an acceptable price, and the disappointment matched our expectations.
Since I’d decided from the start to skip stage 4 (Portree–Sligachan), which, based on the trip reports I’d read, didn’t seem all that interesting, we decided to take a bus that same day to reach Sligachan instead of walking nearly 1.6 km in the rain to the campsite north of Portree.
And here we are in this cozy pub, with our rain gear dripping and our phones charging.

We wisely started with hot chocolates before giving in to the burgers.
The rain picked up again—we’ll need some serious motivation later...

There are several other hikers who don’t seem in any hurry either.

What followed was epic. There *is* a campsite in Sligachan, but since it was busy, we decided to take advantage of a relative lull to push a little farther along the trail and bivouac. But everything was soaked... So we chose a hillock, which is never a good idea when it’s windy. And sure enough, just as we were pitching the tent, the rain returned with gusts of wind, and the tent was half blown away, with one of the tent’s attachments snapping (at the ring that holds the poles). Huge gulp!!
No way we could stay there. So we packed everything up and hurried back to the campsite.
Luckily, the broken attachment could be bypassed by using the footprint, which has the same rings! Major relief—we dodged a bullet (or rather, the cold). The trek can continue.
Day’s tally: 19 km and 563 m of elevation gain