April 23, 1977, Sat. : cont. I then continued, strangely lonely, northward along A82 and 87. I made a stop and walked through a pine forest to the shingle beach along Loch Lochy. Then followed some locks, Invergarry, Loch Cluanie, with wide views from high up in the mountains; this is part of the large Glen Fault (and Glen Way)
Next beautiful Loch Duich, Inverinate and finally at 15:00 Kyle of Lochalsh, where I said hi to the two girls (Canada/Australia) who were now hitchhiking back.

Here I did take the ferry - which goes every 10 minutes - to the Isle of Skye, mainly because of its fascinating name and my preoccupation with islands.
(NOTE made in 2005: perhaps this day's lochs and island(s) inspired me to offer a course entitled Islands and Lakes several years later...)
It was worth while, more sheep than tourists, primitive and similar in atmosphereto the Azores and St Pierre and Miquelon. I bought woollen socks and souvenirs and took the ferry back at 16:00 at which time I decided to continue northward along A 890.
The road here was single lane and gravely and partly under construction, so the roaddeck in places was so high it could veritably be called a highway. It was serene and lonely, with numerous passing places but hardly any traffic. I passed by Loch Carron and Glen Carron with alternating sun and rain, horses and sheep, and photostops.
In Achnasheen I saw a mysterious-Psycho-like Mansion/Hotel, but chose to carry on till 19:00, by which time I decided against Inverness and descended through industrialized Muir of Ord towards Drummadrochit (A833) along Loch Ness. There I stopped at 20:00 at a stately mansion where the manager wore a kilt and had a pretty pregnant wife. I had a Vermouth and a lonely dinner - not in the mood to join the German tourist group.
I turned in at 21:30 at the end of a marvelous day!
"Must come back to Scotland!" was my last thought .
(before Nessie swallowed me).
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