He just looked at the time. 4:17 PM.
He tapped the Epix’s touchscreen. Scroll down. Glance at the widgets. Heart rate: 112. Body Battery: 42. And there—Garmin Pay.
He was halfway through his first handful of cheddar when a voice came from the bothy door. An old woman in a muddy waxed jacket, leaning on a walking stick. epix 2 garmin pay
Beep.
Leo laughed. A farm stand in the middle of nowhere, run by someone who clearly understood that endurance athletes have expensive watches and empty wallets. He just looked at the time
Leo smiled. “Not today, watch. Not today.”
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. Scroll down
He grabbed a dozen eggs, the cheese, and—because he deserved it—a dusty jar of honey labeled “Heather Bloom.” He tapped the Epix 2, held it to the QR code’s printed NFC sticker, and double-clicked the upper right button.
Leo took the bannock. It was still warm.
“First time for everything,” he muttered to a nearby sheep.