When I was in Scotland last, I dragged dear hubby (fiancé of 2 days then) on a 12 hour Scottish Highland tour. We started the day at 7:00 AM and drove from Edinburgh to Loch Ness, back down the west side of Scotland, through Stirling and back to Edinburgh. It was a very long day and while I was so happy to have marked Loch Ness off my bucket list, we only got to stop 6 or 7 times, most 15 minute stops except for the stop at Loch Ness.
I decided next trip we would drive ourselves and stay in the Highlands for a night and come back down the same route the next day. This would allow us to stop and see things we hadn’t had a chance to see.
This would also require renting a car and driving it in Scotland. In Edinburgh. And oh what an adventure that turned out to be. Before I lay out where we stopped, let me regale you with a tale of getting out of Edinburgh.
If there’s one thing I could change about my and my husband’s trip to Scotland in 2015 it would be that we could have spent a few days in the Highlands, as opposed to doing a 12 hour van tour with a few short stops. But I hadn’t planned our stay very well and the tour was sort of a last minute decision I made. Mostly because I wanted to go to Loch Ness, where we got to go on a boat ride for about an hour round trip before hopping back in the van and taking off down the other side of the country.
This time around, following basically the same route, I planned one night’s stay in Drumnadrochit at the Springburn B&B. That way we could continue on our way down Loch Ness and through Glen Coe through the Trossachs and back to Edinburgh.
I’ve always been drawn to the British Isles, for years and years I wanted to travel to England, and my first trip abroad, across an ocean, was to Ireland. That trip only fueled my attraction to this area of the world. I can’t explain why I’m so drawn to it, my ancestors come from the region and I find the ancient history of the Celts and the Picts fascinating. Maybe it’s just my imagination gone wild with stories from history but I’m so wonderfully ensnared by the region, I feel like I could visit 100 more times and never get bored.
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It is finally spring in Seattle. Until we make our yearly inaugural trip to Marymoor Dog Park with the pups, I refuse to acknowledge it is spring. On the sunniest & warmest day we’ve had, we pack the pups into the car & head off to Marymoor. The other important factor is whether or not the coffee stand is open at the park.
Slowly letting spring style creep into my wardrobe. If only the Seattle weather would cooperate!
We had a glorious moment of Spring-ish weather, sunshine and warmth included.
I lived about 80 miles north of Seattle in Bellingham for almost 5 years, and somehow in that time I never once made it to Vancouver or Whistler. And even after that, it took another 5 years for me to finally make it over the border into the great white north. When I was younger, my family didn’t take very many vacations that required air travel. We drove everywhere from Spokane and some of my favorite memories for the Thanksgiving holiday involve going up into eastern British Columbia and staying at Radium Hot Springs and the Fairmont Hot Springs.
I loved having breakfast at this little café in Radium, and you could watch the resident herd of Big Horn Sheep walk down the highway without a care in the world. Each time we went I saw a wolf in the wilderness, so I was even more enchanted with Canada each time. The last time I was there was about 11 or 12 years ago.
And so here we are now, finally, after all this time, I have made it to the Western side of British Columbia, and up into Whistler, a ski resort of the likes that I have never experienced before.
I’ve been listening to a whole lot of Depeche Mode lately. I go through phases where I won’t listen to them at all, and then go on a spree of nothing but Depeche Mode songs.
The Black Duck Cask & Bottle is one of those rare gems of a gastropub outside the city of Seattle that I’m reluctant to share because it’s such an amazing spot.
I am particularly picky about where the husband & I go to eat. It’s not just about the food, but it’s about the ambiance of where we’re going and lately I’ve been into finding places outside of Bellevue. There are some great Issaquah eats that we’ve shared with friends, but the Black Duck Cask and Bottle is our favorite & most frequented.