Grey "Skyes" are gonna clear up...Isle of Skye Part 2

Today we had our first taste of how crazy the weather can be on Skye.  Erik had skillfully researched and selected two hikes (one coastal and one uphill) that were good for the kids, but by ten o'clock that morning it became obvious that we had just been rained out of our plans for the first time on our trip.  Erik and I do not share the same weather tolerance - never have.  For Erik, weather just "ups the game" and makes you tougher with a way better story to tell at the end of it.  Over the past eleven years, I have had to adapt, but I draw the line and gale force freezing winds and rain that is pelting so hard the children are actually saying "ouch".  However, like Yin and Yang Erik and I have always complimented each other...and on a hot, sunny, tropical beach - guess who outplays and  outlasts?  That's right - Erik's smooth yet porcelain complexion stands nothing against my sun tolerance (and years of suntanning practice) and the ability to lie completely still for hours on end.  I guess I should get back to telling you about the Isle of Skye...

Walker enjoying the gale

The Isle of Skye has alot to offer, however, as we discovered today, nothing indoors.  We decide to attempt to drive around the north end of the island and up into Waternish peninsula, a journey that took us the better part of the day including several stops.  One for Erik (Skye Brewery where we pick up a large selection of Ales) one for me (Shilasdair Yarns, a yarn shop that hand dyes all their wool using native plants from Skye) , and one for "the children" (Skye Serpentarium, where Rowan got to hold a Royal Python named Rhiannon).

'The' passing place

The next day as we were leaving Skye, we decided to take a "scenic coastal" route.  This is Gaelic for "death trap" and turned out to be a road where the asphalt was crumbing, and it was half the size of the typical single track road on Skye.  But it was well worth it!  The funniest bit of that drive was when we came upon a flock of sheep with a baby lamb amongst them.  Erik and I were cooing away sweet nothings at the cute little sheep, when Rowan exclaimed to one particularly disheveled sheep "Wow, now THAT is a bad hair day!".

Bad hair day?

We now leave Skye and head to the mainland for some "Nessie Hunting" at Loch Ness!  Stay tuned!