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It was almost impossible to sleep in the car with the constant beauty of rolling hills and sheeps, and waterfalls, heather, and sheeps.
After a few hours of easy travel the family caravan crossed the bridge onto Isla of Skye. The highlands of Scotland are very remote, and this island is off the beaten path with little options for gas station amenities. All we had to snack on was a package of oat cakes, which were bland at best, and our bellies growled. We checked into our loch-side apartment, located across from Talisker Distillery, and skipped over to The Old Inn for some warm food and beer.
One thing that I loved about scotland, but didn’t think about much before, was that it’s an island. The Scots eat a lot of seafood, which makes my Sicilian-self happier than any living clam. When you order seafood from and island off an island, you know its amazing. The scallops were amazing. In fact, there’s no picture because I was so hungry and I ate them all too fast.
The rugged beauty of Sky was a mecca for outdoor enthusiasts.
We did a lot of hiking on Isle of Sky, and it was always worth it. The views could not be captured by my phone, but it does leave an impression on the heart.
After our desserts at The Old Inn we set off to hike to the Fairy Pools. Surrounded by breathtaking views all around us we began our hike to the Pools.
They were a seemingly endless chain of fall after fall into azure pools of magic. We hopped from rock to to rock to get the best views and laughs. Once the magic and waterproof ability of our pants wore off, we quickly hiked back just as the sun was leaving the Skye.
The next day we had planned two hikes. The Old Man of Storr followed by The Quiraing. Being that the UK is generally a wet place we had been blessed the whole vacation with sunshine and fair weather. Lucky for us the weather was dry and we set off early in the morning. The path leading to Old Man was beautifully graveled and easy to walk… until the elevation began climbing. The closer to the top we got the path became an obstacle of mud, rocks, and exhausted hikers.
The wind started to whip, and because we were now cloud-height, we were soaked head to waterproof boot. Cloud mist pooled on my hat that I could use it to drink from every now and again. Phia used her eyelashes for her hydration vessel, and the boys used a water bottle.
After some more haggis and pints we drove across Skye the hike The Quiraing.
Old Man was impressive rock with a steep ascent, but the 360 views we saw on Quiraing made me wish I was a better photographer. I felt like I was in Pride and Prejudice, with the massive cliffs by the sea; green and blue as far as one could see.
This hike was very exposed and there were moments when Sophia and I clung to each other just so we would weigh more and not get blown away. Particularly in the place pictured below, we were sure we would get blown off the cliff, but as soon as we got around the rock behind Jamie the wind was cutoff and Sophia and I still arm-in-arm look and laugh at each other over the drastic change.
This hike was rather monumental as it was the only one that Debbie had completed in full. It was still full of difficult terrain and shady stream crossings, but she found that she had more in her than she thought. I also believe that after our bump-in with the senior citizen bus tour may have motivated her a little.
After a few good days in the remote highlands of Skye we trekked off to our next family vacation distillery and seafood town, Oban.