The Quirang

The Quirang, Isle of Skye Scotland

The Quirang, Isle of Skye Scotland

When you are on a trip in the highlands of Scotland you don’t worry about the weather. Well, if you are from the Midwest and are used to wind, snow and thunderstorms you don’t worry about the weather. Sherry and I had one week on the Northern Isle of Skye. So, that means rain or shine we were going out and driving around. Unfortunately due to the weather pattern last year it meant rain. The Quirang was on the itinerary and we were set to go. We climb into the trusty rental car and head down the road. We travel just north of the cottage on the east side of Skye on A855. I have my map in hand and we look for the sign that points the way. The road is another single lane with the laybys and views down to the valley the higher you get.
Even for the early hour of the people are coming and going up the road. Now, when you are on the bottom of a hill you don’t notice a lot of wind. As you get to the top the car may gust some as the wind travels by. We drive into the parking area and see several cars parked but no other people. We excitedly grab our cameras and head out on the first path we see. This path runs north of the car park and head to the left on the ridge.
The wind picks up and the coat blows around some but I am lost in the view. Across the jutting mountain crags you look across the green grass and see water. The green of the Island and the blue of the water travels on longer than the eye can see. When I look across these views I feel like I am in the mystery of time. This view has not changed or very little for centuries and I wonder if they were in awe too? I want to capture all that I can but a tripod would be impossible. Sherry walking in front of me hair blowing here and there. She had a nice head band on that day but due to the velocity of the wind it was lost. We walked or rather blew down the path for quite a ways enjoying all that we could see.
Eventually, we turned around and headed back to the car. The constant threat of rain and in this case increasing wind slowed our adventure progress. We drove on to the How They Lived Museum and stopped to look around.
“Well how are you today?” The ticket lady asks.
“We are just fine.” We say as we look around at the items to purchase.
“Have you seen many of the sights then?” She asks.
“Yes, we just came from the Quirang and it was windy.” I say.
“The Quirang, I would never go to the Quirang on a windy day like this.” She says. “It is not safe to be up there with this kind of wind.”
“Actually, there was a lot of cars up there and people looking around.” I say. I actually thought well you’re not from Iowa where a little wind doesn’t stop the adventure. I was laughing inside and Sherry and I had a good chuckle when we got to the car. I did get one photo that I am rather proud of because it shows thee emotion of the scene. Enjoy

Driving with jet lag Part 2

I can be a bit of an aggressive driver on the American continent or the UK. Well the rule is in the UK that you are to get over if a person is driving faster that you and is following you. I am supposed to let them by by pulling over to a lay by when available. These roads are narrow and extremely curvy. So, we are buzzing a long and this lady driver comes roaring up behind me and following close. I tell Sherry that I am going to get over and let this person pass when I reach a lay by. I am the middle car in a row of three. The lady behind me keeps closely on my tail and you can tell is getting irritated with my speed. Now, remember I am tired and a bit stressed with the curvy roads.

So, another lay by comes up but it is on the opposite side of the road. My brain starts to calculate the maneuverability of what I am about to do. But this lady is really getting on my nerves. There calculation done and so I signal and quickly slide across the other lane to the lay by. The lady whizzes by us at top speed. Now, I don’t stop in the lay by (remember aggressive) I pull back out into the road and back on the correct side. I have checked all my mirrors and everything is clear so were good.

Now Sherry has jet lag and is sitting next to me in the car. She is there physically but has slowed down on the thinking part. I perform the above maneuver and am back in the proper lane. Sherry sits there a bit and then says. “I didn’t know whether to stomp my foot and hit the brake on my side. (She is in the passenger seat.) Or how to react to what you just did.” Yes we laughed for quite a while about this one.

This I don’t recommend is getting to tired while driving. We are looking for a place to eat and haven’t found one. I am getting really worn down with no sleep. We are trying to find our turn and we miss it by not seeing a sign. We have to turn around and I am getting foggy. I pulled into the wrong lane on the turn. Sherry says my name 4 times. I don’t even quite here her. Luckily we are going very slow because she is saying my name because of the oncoming car. I am in that cars lane and on the wrong side of the road. I make the correction with no damage done but believe we made a stop and had some tea.

After some interesting soup at a pub that is supposed to be vegetable but tastes strangely like pickle relish. We do make it to Oban for our sail to Mull. We find the ferry and line up with the other cars to board the ship. What an experience to drive in the belly of a vessel. You don’t get to stay in the car and must go upstairs. However, I have a hard time locating the parking brake. Then even a harder time trying to figure out how to take it off. I don’t even think I remember now how it all worked. I bet the brake is involved again. But the size of the ship and the view across the water as you sail is incredible. A bit of mountain and mist and mystery of Scotland.