I am happy/sad to say it only took us 1.5 weeks to fall into a tourist trap.
We had heard Skye was super busy. So busy, that the BBC was alerting residents and tourists to not travel to Skye.
For lack of better words, it was packed.
We had heard from friends (Thanks, Neal) and read online that the Fairy Pools in Skye were a “must see” while on the island.
I do agree with the must see advice, but it was absolutely the most crowded attraction we had visited through our entire vacation.
We hiked about a mile to the pools. Once again, we weren’t disappointed with what we saw. The water was so crystal clear (are you getting the theme of the water in Scotland?) and the colors of the rocks and formation of the pools were beautiful.
We quickly realized that the longer we explored around the pools, the more people continued to show up to see the same sights. The longer we stayed, the more rapidly The Fairy pools started to loose their allure and that’s when we knew we needed to leave and start heading to our next destination.
I know I’ve mentioned this in previous posts, but Josh did all of the legwork in planning our trip, which means that I trusted him 100% to arrange all of our travel plans and activities.
He is great, isn’t he?
The next adventure on our itinerary was the NC500.
Before you go all Nascar on me, the NC500 is shorted for The North Coast 500. It’s a stretch of road that travels 500 miles through the northern coast of Scotland.
And trust me; It did not disappoint.
The photo above was taken on the way to Applecross, my favorite portion of the NC500. We slowly drove up and down this steep mountain. With a one lane road to share with two ways of cars, and steep cliffs below, made for one stressed out momma.
^ See. I was not kidding. Crazy formed roads and one lane for everyone to share.
Once we made it through Applecross, we couldn’t help but continue to stop, taking photos of every water view we came across.
Sometimes we needed to stretch our legs.
I totally caught Josh in the girliest jumping photo ever.
We made it into Badachro before the storms came in.
Today was the only day that we were able to have the top down in our convertible and we weren’t sad about it at all.
We ended our day looking at this bay, eating great food, and trying some of the local distilled gin, that just so happened to be crafted by the folks who owned the Bed and Breakfast we were staying at for the evening.