Al, Kyle and I had loosely planned a bikepacking trip as soon as the Scottish Government gave the official go ahead for wild camping in the hills and glens. After a wait of nearly four months the exact location was not important. What was important was a route we could ride straight from home without any faff and have a good chance of being breezy at night to keep the midges away. We had all ridden some of the loop before, in the dark or daylight with one another, or solo, with other friends or whilst leading a group. I took a gamble on a Rights of Way guidebook description, some satellite imagery and the knowledge that none of us were strangers to pushing a loaded bike!