We spent Wednesday on a bus tour of the Highlands and Loch Ness. The scenery was breathtaking and our driver, David, was very personable as well as knowledgable about all aspects of the region’s history.
The highlight was probably Glencoe. It is straight out of a fairytale. The lush green hillsides with abundant waterfalls were precisely what I’ve always imagined when I thought about my McDonald ancestors roaming these hills and valleys. As an aside, the highest peaks still had visible patches of snow at their tops, suggesting the winters here are as brutal as the summers are idyllic.
Loch Ness was ominous and foreboding, but perhaps that has as much to do with its place in modern folklore than anything real. To be honest, it was a bit of a tourist trap and the best part of that particular visit was getting to share lunch with Stefan and Anya, two German tourists who shared our bus.
On the way back we stopped to have some ice cream and pet some Highland cattle (Shargey coos, as our driver called then). Our final stop was to take photos of the Forth River rail bridge into Edinburgh built in the 1880s. I loved the fact that it was the same orange color as the Golden Gate Bridge.