Without even reading over my journal again I can tell you that my favourite place from the entire Scottish trip back in 1998 was Skye.  Absolutely it was Skye.

I fell in love with Dunvegan, and I loved how all the road signs had Gaelic as well as English on them, helped me figure out the pronounciation!

But it was just exactly what I had thought Scotland would be – remote, beautiful, misty, soggy, and full of friendly folks.  We hiked up all sorts of random places, got soaked of course, got misted in at the top and had to wait before coming down, went to beaches, lighthouses, silversmiths, and through it all got to stay with Gavin’s Dad at a friend’s wee little cottage in the middle of nowhere.  Perfection!  I think it even got the warmest it ever was in the whole trip while we were on Skye.

I ordered my kilt at a shop in Dunvegan, Gav’s dad set it up for me while we were out and about, and I remember when it arrived at home weeks later it even smelled like Skye!  Ah, so dreamy!

I remember we met a couple of neat folks on the ferry back too, can’t remember their names but the lady was really sweet, I remember really liking her.  I’m sure time has plucked out the stuff I didn’t like and left the good bits for me to remember the most, but it doesn’t matter – I’m happy!

Yes indeed, Skye was my highlight for sure.