 The town of Inverness. I had a few hours to walk around before meeting up with Rich. |
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 Inverness Castle - because doesn't every town have a castle? |
 This one's for you, Glen(n) |
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 Overlooking the town and the River Ness |
 Once Rich and I met up we grabbed a pint and Hootinannies, the local pub, and planned our route. Here's a random shot out the car window on our way to the west coast where we'd hike in and camp our first night. |
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 The Highland Cow, indigenous to Scotland. |
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 Rich, my faithful partner, and in the background are the first of many mountain sheep we'd meet along the way. |
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 Spread throughout Scotland are bothies, old homes in the hills that anyone passing by and wanting a place to sleep are welcome to stay. They're typically very remote. |
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 Approaching camp for night one. This photo was taken at 10pm. |
 Strange enough, this is 10pm also. And yes, that's a drop-off to my left that we're about to descend. Oh how I love heights and ledges. |
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 Nearing 11pm at my beach-front tent |
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 Funny how life seems so much richer and more together when we simplify. |
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 Playing on the rocks on the beach in the Scottish Highlands. How good can life get? |
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 One of the most beautiful and most fear-filled hikes I've ever taken. The trail was as wide as the length of my foot, made by mountain sheep, and the drop was paralysis at best. This spot was my first opportunity to sit and take off the pack, and there was no way I was passing it up. Once there, I was able to really take in the true awesomeness of the land that I was in. |