John and I both agreed that if we had to pick a day, the second day of our Highlands ride was our favorite. I think it was just a combo of amazing scenery and having already gotten through the first day and getting settled into everything.
I love this one of John and Jan, our fearless leader.
I think this was the wildest part we rode through.
I think this my favorite picture of the whole trip:
Before we got to the hotel, there was a beautiful patch of wild garlic in a wood. That's what all those white flowers are, garlic. It almost looks like snow, doesn't it?
We couldn't *quite* see the horses from our hotel room this time, but we could see them from the entrance.
That's Fern in the red blanket, with Graham just out of sight. Graham is Jan's husband/partner, and provided backup/support on the ride, trailering all our luggage and meeting us each night with feed and blankets for the horses. And a bit of craft beer for John.
Our part of the Inn was literally called "the Barn." I think it was the best bit.
This was the place where we sat out on the porch, me reading Raymond Chandler, John reading Burroughs, drinking scotch at 9 pm in the clouded sun. I washed my jeans in the sink and put them on the clothesline to let them drip, then hung them over the heated towel rack after dinner. Which was a delicious rabbit pie. Graham came and chatted with a us a bit and told us about Black Bottle, an excellent blended whisky made from Islay malts. Another dead to the world sleep, undisturbed by the resident turkey (yes, there was a resident turkey).
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