Scotland

The town of Inverness. I had a few hours to walk around before meeting up with Rich.	Inverness Castle - because doesn't every town have a castle?	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.
The Highland Cow, indigenous to Scotland.
Rich, my faithful partner, and in the background are the first of many mountain sheep we'd meet along the way.	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.
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.
Nearing 11pm at my beach-front tent
	Funny how life seems so much righer and more together when we simplify.
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.
		Inside a functional bothy
Outside a not-so-functional bothy
We picked a random spot to settle down for lunch. A great thing about Scotland is that you can camp anywhere you want. No "official campground" necessary.		King George imposed a tax on windows, so people "boarded" up their windows to avoid the tax.
		Crossing over to Skye
	5:30am. I don't think I ever got five hours of sleep any night in Scotland. The sun never set for that long and I was too excited taking in everything I could. (My morning shadow in the lower right)	This day Rich slept exceptionally late. Just kidding. Another one of the many stone house remains found all around the Highlands.
In the early morning hours I sometimes had to wait for Rich to get up. On this morning I thought I'd get in touch with the little bit of Andy Goldsworthy that lives within us all.	Couldn't stop with just one
Eileen Donan Castle (pronounced "EE-lin DOH-nin") was built by Alexander II in the 1200s to protect against Viking raids.
Loch Ness	We hung out here for a while, talking about life and skipping rocks.
Drinking a pint back at Hootinannies with my new friend after our week of camping in the Scottish Highlands. The logo on my hat says "Life is Good!" How true!		An early morning look down the main road of Inverness (the capital of the Highlands)
Took the train from Inverness down to Edinburgh	Edinburgh Castle garded by statues of Rober the Bruce (left) and William Wallace (right).	Scottish version of street performing
		Allan just happened to be in Edinburgh with friends the same day I was passing through so we got to hang out for a day together.