It seemed pretty straight forward - hop on the highway and cruise for a few hours. But…the Scots sure love their roundabouts. After a few mishaps and some minor yelling matches, we were on our way. Driving on the left hand side of the road isn’t so bad when you’re not also trying to learn how to drive a stick shift. We journeyed down the highway, through Glasgow and around some small towns until we finally made it to the scenic part. One thing I’ve learned about the word scenic is that it’s often code for very small, winding roads on the edge of a cliff.
Another thing I learned during this trip is that my spatial awareness could be better. Driving down roads where your small car barely fits in the lane, right next to either A. a rock wall or B. the edge of a steep road, left me with a few grey hairs and a bit of anxiety. It did provide some pretty out of this world scenery though (photo credit goes to Mary). We drove along the beautiful countryside filled with sheep and some incredible views of the water. That was nothing compared to what we saw when we actually got to the Highlands.