I never thought I’d find myself searching for the Loch Ness monster, but when in Scotland…We said farewell to our coach driver and boarded a ferry, christened the Jacobite Queen, to cruise Loch Ness (“loch” means river).
meet the team
I always have the best ideas once I get home. If I could go back, knowing what I know now, I’d get headshots of and pull quotes from every single tour mate, because they were amazing people. I want you to know them like I got to know them and see them for the stories they hold. Alas, there are no do-overs, so group introductions will have to suffice.
Dave had the perfect teeth. He also greeted me–Hey, Sam–every time he saw me. I appreciated that. Jack, married to Jill (no joke), got to visit his family’s castle? mansion? mini-castle? Phil, you’ve met earlier. He told “dad jokes” which we both loved and tolerated. Last but not least, PK has his own Wikipedia page.
Donna ran her own business. Tasha (Phil’s wife) had the driest sense of humor. Kay was the perfect southern lady (with the perfect southern drawl). Jill had the best laugh. I really enjoyed hanging out with her. Ken and Jacquie, his wife, were high school sweethearts and came from small-town Texas. Their school was so small that everyone had to play every sport, be in the band, and do drama or the groups wouldn’t exist. Haha!
Shirley and Sue, you met in the first post, too. Lucy was a feisty red-head with quick wit and dripping sarcasm. The best. Mary Ann came on the trip with her best friend. They used to be flight attendants and had great stories about their travels.
There were more people on the tour, but I didn’t get pictures of them, unfortunately. Our whole group is pictured at the end of this post.
jesus, take the wheel
I was taking a picture of Carol and Jacquie when the captain popped his head out and asked me if I wanted to steer! Heck yes!
I mean, what else would I do?
Our 45-minute cruise on Loch Ness from Inverness landed us at Urquhart Castle. Look at all the sheep!
no man is an island
We headed back to Inverness, and I wandered around The Island by myself, marveling at the beauty of the place. The Island was full of walking paths. Tons of people were walking their dogs, off-leash! And they were perfectly well behaved.
These trees hold stories.
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
Back at our hotel, we found the most Titanic-looking space and assembled on the stairs. Here are my new seasoned friends, some more seasoned than others. 😉 Each holding their own beautiful story like the trees above, worth knowing, worth sharing.