The track followed the Spey River most of the day.  Some parts of the river were over rocks and other parts were more placid, kinda like you see here.  But the water levels were low this day and in all parts the flow was gentle.  It's nice to see the rivers when they are high and flowing fast, but other times, placid water is nice too.  

At this river opening, I walked out into the river and stood waist-deep in the waters and beheld the tall mountains all around.  Also leaned over and slurped up that nice, fresh water.  When out in the river, you can see the mountains in all directions.  The track follows the river downstream to the left.  This is approaching the end of the track and while it saddened me to know that it would eventually end, one can't help but be happy to be in such a place.  Geez, I'm nostalgic as I write this.