Clouds live outside.
Clouds don't belong in indoor pictures. This was taken on stage just before read more
Over the next week, I recovered and spent a few days in Seattle and Sequim. I had lots of time to process everything that happened and what I learned. I got some great thinking done while my legs recovered.
The bunkhouse door flew open. Time to wake up and start our ascent. By 12:40am, we rigged for glacier travel and started hiking. We stepped outside into the howling wind, sandblasting our faces with volcanic dust. Our down parkas kept us warm in the coldest temps we'd faced so far. We were finally ready to head up the rock and ice to the summit.
After breakfast on the farm, we headed for Glendronach. We arrived just after one of the tours started, and needed to wait for the next one. Hungry again, we headed into the nearby town for sustinance.
We flew back to the distillary after grabbing a utility meal at Tesco's nearby. A couple of sandwiches would soak up the whisky. Their strawberries were irresistable and also made the car smell great.
I rose to pull the curtain and saw the countryside for the first time. We woke in our room in the farm in the Scottish highlands. At 5:30am, the morning light warmly lit some old red farm equipment. I did not take out my camera then. Instead, I climbed back into bed for another 2 hours.
Very early, as the sun streamed in the crack of our window shade. Both of us rolled back over and slept until a quarter of 8.
Standard full English breakfast was standard. Bacon, sausage, eggs (scrambled or fried,) beans, tomato, toast and coffee. I snagged a nectarine for the road.
Springtime in Boston always comes late for me. As a North Carolinian, I think flowers should start blooming in March. This business of waiting until May throws me off every year. Once the last of the grey piles of snow have melted from nearby parking lots, we finally get to see New England at its best. One of my favorite flowering trees are the lilacs.