It's not very far from Fort Augustus to Invergarry, so we took some detours for a bit more riding. I'm guessing this is Loch Oich, although I couldn't swear to it.
The Invergarry Hotel was right by a small river. I took the picture below out the window of our room.
Later we went for a walk along the river - that lighted window to the left was our room.
There were all these little swallows or swifts diving around, skimming up all the bugs that had come out at dusk. I tried to take pictures of them but they were too fast and too small.
It was another night of delicious highland food and heated towel racks. Speaking of the heated towel racks, I definitely came to appreciate how very handy they are when you might want to wash something without sending it out for "overnight" service and worrying if you'll get it back in time before you've finished tacking up and swung back out on the road in the morning. Jeans are the hardest things to dry, so if it worked with them I'm sure it would work with anything.
And speaking of delicious highland food, how did I forget to mention the Chicken Balmoral at the Royal Highlands Hotel in Inverness? That was our first night in the Highlands, before we had done any riding, so we were not just full of fresh of air and starving. Chicken Balmoral is apparently chicken breast stuffed with haggis in a whisky cream onion sauce. Listen to me: if you ever get the chance to eat something in the Scottish Highlands in a whisky cream onion sauce DO NOT LET THE CHANCE PASS YOU BY. SEIZE THE WHISKY CREAM ONION SAUCE. Good god. I couldn't finish the chicken (it was delicious, but, priorities) but I was stealing John's fries and dipping them in that sauce.
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