Well, I’m back from my travels for the time being (no more trips until… well… until Friday, but that one doesn’t count because it’s educational). So, I can attempt to catch up with some posts. Let’s get back to Skye, even though it seems like ages ago…
Next time you watch Star Trek, don’t be fooled. It’s not nearly as awesome as it sounds to live on a spaceship. And it’s not very well insulated, which I feel like a spaceship ought to be for obvious reasons.
We’ll just call that a character building experience.
We had an incredible ride up to Uig, a small town on the northwestern tip of the island. We were amused by the phone booth. Who uses it? The sheep? Uig stunned us, as the countryside in Skye continually stunned us, with its grand, stark beauty.
Just so you know, that idyllic lake you are gazing upon is called Loch Snizort. Yes, the name is utterly appropriate…
With a sunset still hours away, I asked the kind man at the hostel about a nearby walk that I’d read about and wanted to find. ‘Easy peasy!’ he claimed, and pointed us down the right road, a narrow gravel lane that seemed to lead off into the neverland that is the center of the island.
Weird, conical mounds dot the landscape. We climbed one and I promptly sat on it, but didn’t see a magical horsewoman ride by, alas (read your Mabinogion if you don’t get the reference. I refuse to explain). A few more bends were rounded before we reached the magnificent Castle Ewan in the center of the glen. A gorgeous, natural tower rising above a lake… you can see why the faeries like it.
We sat for a timeless while, staring in every direction, relaxed by the sunshine and calmed by the breeze. It was almost too good a spot to ever leave. But the sun was slowly progressing toward the horizon and apparently I was the only one who had any desire to be caught in an enchanted spot at sunset. Ah well. Next time, maybe. Back down the winding lane, past the nervous sheep, to the coastline of Uig. Dinner and a sunset and our first day in the north was at an end.