Harris
Saturday was predicted to be a bit of an erratic weather day; there wasn’t rain in the forecast, but there was a chance of gnarly winds. This snarled the ferry for folks — which was doubly unfortunate, because people were trying to get to another one of the small isles, Canna, for the small isles games — but luckily these didn’t interfere with my plans: I was off to Harris, which is home to the Bullough family mausoleum (more on this family in a later post).
Before heading out, I dropped my bags off at the Rum Bunkhouse — my time at Ivy Cottage had come to an end, and now it was time for a more communal/hostel-like living experience.
After settling into my bunk, I started out the same way I had on my way to Kilmory, only this time at the split I went south. Again, gorgeous scenery abounded. Can you spot the herd of wild ponies?
I hadn’t really been prepared for the vista at the end of the hike though. The sun broke through as I arrived to mountains rolling right into the crashing surf. Better yet, the herd of highland cattle kept on the island was pastured there for the day!
The way back was just as stunning. I finished off the evening making new friends at the bunkhouse — some British hikers, a fellow Ohioan(!), and a gaggle of undergrad geologists — before stopping by the small but lovely ‘cèilidh’ (kay-lee) at the community center.
