What does Scotland have in common with the Pacific Northwest?

Hiking the sponge

The details to arriving in Scotland are the usual travel woes but for the most part uneventful.  The fun began when I rented the car in Inverness and immediately went to the driver’s side (wrong) passenger’s side to get in.  I have subsequently solved this problem by always parking the left side of the car up against a wall or other barrier.  The next bit was to get my left hand to do what I told it to do, shift up, down, left, right…that’s gotten better too.  Then, you got to stay on the left side of the road.  As long as I’m consciously thinking about it I’m OK.  I feel as though I’m a player within a video game at times.  The Scots drive very very fast and even faster on those one lane tracks.  I think it’s a bit of sport for them.

I am staying at a wonderful B&B, with a view of the sea and amazingly good breakfast.  Everything is fresh, homemade and plentiful!  I couldn’t have gotten luckier.

So the half dozen or so folks that I have come into contact with and been asked those pertinent questions: Where ya from, how long ya staying, are ya on a hiking holiday tour?  “No, I’m doing a bit of kayaking for 6 or 7 days”, “Oh, you must be working with Gordon Brown!  Wonderful, wonderful fellow”.  It appears Gordon & Morag are quite famous around here.  I can’t wait!

Today I went on a hiking adventure to climb Ben Aslak, a hill that stands above the Sound of Sleat.  Not a biggie but very up.  The trail book classified the terrain as ‘pathless’.  A bit overcast, looked as though something was moving in, but only 3 miles ‘up’ the pathless terrain.  I guess Skye has had a bit of a wet summer as the terrain was like a very thick & wet sponge.  It was very wobbly and in short duration my boots were soaked.  And it hadn’t even begun to rain…….yet!  The rains and the winds set in and by the time up and back I was a bit of a drowned rat.  So, back to the cozy B&B.