The Trossachs mean a great deal to me. I spent my teenage years cycling each weekend around the area, staying nights in the SYHA Hostels and what great fun it all was. It was wonderful to meet all those people from foreign lands and made a great impression on my rather sheltered Glasgow childhood. I always travelled with a group of pals who would meet up in the town then head for the Erskine Ferry and once on the other side we made for any one of many Hostels dotted around the lochs. I remember with great affection all the places mentioned in previous posts, from Balloch, Rowardennan, Lendrick, Balquihidder, Tarbert etc etc. all full of marvellous memories. One fine weekend, my pal and I were staying at Lendrick Hostel near Callander and we met two American lassies who were carrying large loads on their bikes compared with our small bags, so we swapped bikes as we wended our way through the Trossaches, eventually arriving at Inversnaid and the hotel for a cuppa tea. We had to wave to the ferryman from Upper Inveruglas to come and fetch us across Loch Lomond, where we parted, the girls going north to Arrochar and we going south back to Balloch and then home. I still remember Lois Fredricksen from Sioux Falls, South Dakota! Examining road maps today I can scarcely believe the distances we used to cover in 2 days - it would be impossible now to even think about it!