He stayed another hour, talking to the old woman about weather, ridges, and why Garmin Pay was the best thing to happen to the Highlands since distilled barley. And when he finally shouldered his pack and headed back into the rain, he didn’t use his watch for navigation.
He ate it standing in the rain, watching the bothy’s chimney smoke curl into the gray sky. The Epix 2 buzzed again—a congratulatory message: Move! It thought he’d been idle too long.
The bothy—a stone shelter marked on the watch’s topo map—was another mile east. But the real problem wasn’t distance. It was the unmanned farm stand he’d passed on the way in, the one with the handwritten sign: HONK FOR EGGS. SELF-SERVE. CARD READER BROKEN. CASH ONLY. epix 2 garmin pay
“Hmph.” She pulled a foil-wrapped package from her pocket. “Then you’ll want this. Fresh bannock. Made it this morning. Free for anyone smart enough to use that space-age nonsense instead of waddling back to town for an ATM.”
Leo smiled. “Not today, watch. Not today.” He stayed another hour, talking to the old
He’d packed two gels. He’d eaten the last one an hour ago.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Leo never carried cash. Who did?
He’d set it up six months ago, mostly because the setup animation was satisfying. He’d never used it once. The Epix 2 buzzed again—a congratulatory message: Move
She squinted at his wrist. “That the Epix 2?”