We woke up on Thanksgiving morning and had breakfast in a cute little room overlooking the main street of Fort William.
I’m a sucker for a grandma sweeping the sidewalk, not gonna lie.
Oh, you wanted to know the way to my B&B heart? Lots of cheese. I’m not that complicated.
Leaving Fort William that morning we saw what we missed the night before due to fog and darkness. And what we had missed was AMAZING. SO PRETTY. SO THANKFUL for this view. We’re framing this one.
And this was right around the corner. I mean. I wanna film a movie here.
We drove up the east side of Loch Lochy (which, as far as I can tell is like naming a Lake “Lakey”) and the west side of Loch Ness, where we did not see any monsters. Fall was exploding all over and I was not one bit sorry.
We refilled the fuel tank and snack bag in Inverness, then headed back south through Glenmore Forest Park and the Cairngorms National Park – 216 miles total on Thanksgiving.
We drove past lush green pastures…
And we drove past craggy castle ruins…
And we drove past dusky mountains…
We even saw a Cadillac. Scotland has all the scenery!
And, they have blazing bright sunsets at 4 PM. Womp womp.
We drove through Dundee too late too dark to see much, but I had to take a photo of the city lights. See, Dundee is not only our fab little neighborhood in Omaha, it’s where my ancestors lived in Scotland a kazillion years ago. I’m from Clan Graham, of John Graham of Claverhouse, the first Viscount of Dundee. So Grandma, this one’s for you.
