27.04.2015 - 27.04.2015
When a portion of the road connecting us to our current destination was marked as a "sky bridge" on the map, we knew we were headed in the right direction. The Isle of Skye is a rugged and remote area in northern Scotland that boasts a beautiful water / mountain combination package, highlighting the infamous black, rocky Cuillin Hills (trust me, they do not look like hills when standing at their base!). This area was high on our list to travel due to its uniqueness. If you have a moment and want to be wowed, as well as see an up close and personal look at the area, Google 'Danny MacAskill, Isle of Skye' and you'll see where we are.
I'm not sure what prompted the 80's music desire today, but we put the playlist on and covered every square inch of the Trotternish Penninsula and a bit more just because no one was ready to be done driving. We've apparently done enough damage to the kids over the years that they were able to hold up their part as backup band members and enjoy the torture. The weather brought rain, rainbows, sun, and some pretty intense wind. Trip highlights include Jaden being knighted at the cliffs of Kilt Rock and attempting to run through sheep on our way to the tip of the coast in brutal winds in an effort to see the Duntulm Castle ruins. We were like little kites doing our best to keep our feet in the pasture as we ran for the car. I'd like to personally thank the North Face and Smart Wool combination that I've adopted for this trip for saving my life. I have been as consistently warm as a lukewarm shower and in the rain and wind that has visited us - I consider this a brilliant success! My family also thanks you as they have not heard me throw angry words at the cold.
We stopped at a beautiful cafe on a loch and enjoyed a leisurely lunch. While sipping our coffees and cocoas, we were listening to the couple next to us and trying to determine where they might be from, considering their language. Their was a hint of familiarity in their words as I thought of our beloved Norwegian little ones that join us in the summer. We ended up chatting with them for a bit when they stopped by our table before leaving to find out where we were from. When they learned we were from the States, the gentleman smiled and pointed at Luke, saying it was quite clear that he is American. I quickly thought back to what Luke was wearing (he was sitting behind me) and nothing about a sweater, jeans, and boots screamed 'Merica. I didn't get it - until the gentleman bent his arms, puffed up his chest and said "basketball, football!" as he pointed to Luke. Better than our accents as a give away, I suppose! Side note: they explained the hint of Norwegian and how history has tied it into their Dutch language. I adore travel and the opportunity it brings for us to meet the world!
As Journey sang about a small town girl taking the midnight train going anywhere, we headed to our home in the village of Portree. We stopped by the market, perused their four aisles and found ourselves a suitable dinner and drinks to make at home. There's not much to the house, but it's one of the best electric showers we've had as of yet and it allowed us to do our first complete round of laundry this trip! On top of that, we had heat... I won't dare say too much heat - but heat - at the touch of a switch. It was like magic that came from the future. I curled up in bed toasty warm, to write and finish listening to the story about the city boy that fortunately took the midnight train going anywhere as well. With any luck, he'll meet up with that small town girl. Full belly, clean clothes, hot shower, warm, and tucked away with the family in a village in the Aisle of Skye... Yep, Journey, you've got a group of believers here!