Return to Eilean Donan
The day of our return to the mainland brought us
lovely skies and a view of Eilean Donan not to be surpassed.
Though our second visit to the castle, like the first, was at low tide,
Eilean Donan's beauty was stunning, surrounded as it was with azure skies
reflected in the loch as in a mirror. It didn't take long, however,
for the skies to change once again, as we continued our journey.
A Few More Highland Lochs
Loch Cluanie was created in the 1950s by
the building of a dam for hydroelectricity. It lies in Glen
Cluanie, halfway between the Isle of Skye and Loch Ness. We
did not return to Loch Ness, however, but continued on a different
route that eventually took us south.
forms the headwaters of the River Garry, which flows through the
glen of the same name. In 1539, a
Alexander MacDonnell, whose sept of Clan Donald
came to be called MacDonnell of Glengarry. Our view looking
down on Loch Garry was
Loch Leven - On the
far side of this loch, at the foot of the Mamore Mountains, is
nestled the little village of Kinlochleven. We drove around
the loch and into the village, parked, and walked to the foot of
the mountains to see the Grey Mare's Tail.
The Grey Mare's Tail
Grey Mare's Tail
Aptly named, this plume of water is
at the end of one of the highest falls in Britain. The three young ladies we
encountered there had taken the scenic route home from school to find us with
our camera. They seemed amused that a woman of my age, not exactly dressed for
hiking, would take off her shoes and stand in a pool of water below a waterfall. The photo they watched John take does look a bit silly, which explains why it
isn't here. Their photo is much cuter (but not for sale, downloading, or
About an hour after
leaving the lasses, we passed by Rannoch Moor. Described
by Robert Louis Stevenson in his novel "Kidnapped" as a weary looking
desert, it may sometimes in fact appear as a grey-clouded emptiness.
However, it sometimes is a heather-clad beauty. When we arrived, it was an
ethereal scene conjuring up ghosts of kilted warriors and sounds of mournful pibrochs. But ... a mere two minutes passed before the shroud of mist lifted and blue
skies covered Rannoch Moor as they had Eilean Donan.
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