In a week I’ll be hopping on a plane and flying to Scotland…so it’s only fitting to go back a few years to my last big Scotland trip. In 2012 my brother Ursa, our friend Ethan, and I went on what will no doubt be one of the most memorable adventures of our lives.
We arrived in Scotland and embarked on a truly epic journey, hiking from Glasgow to Inverness (more or less), hitchhiking to Orkney, Couchsurfing, winding our way out to the Outer Hebrides, poking around Skye and the Cuillin, and then wandering South towards Oban.
We didn’t really know what we where getting into, it was often stressful, we ran out of food and fuel and got cold and wet and grumpy and ate lots of doughnuts. We also camped next to ancient standing stones, swam in freezing burns, made mini sailboats from beach trash and climbed mountains and forded rivers. We took photos and kept a group journal and read the Borune Identity out loud in our tent, cringing awkwardly at the cheesy “romantic” bits.
We ate a lot of couscous, saw a lot of sheep, and quoted youtube videos.
It’s going to be weird this summer, doing a trip that’s so similar but so different. I’ll be on my own, and I’ve also changed in the last four years. It will be interesting to see what it’s like, what’s the same and what’s different.
How ever it goes, I’m certainly going to miss my crazy travel companions…