The forecast was for big wind and pounding rain. Fortunately, the storm was focused on Glasgow, so we were on the edge of it. It was still windy, but it was more showery and it slowly lifted as the day went on.
I took this to get a photo of the ridge. I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to point the camera up, so I took the first shot I got.
We were on a path on the National Trust grounds. You would come around corners and the mountains would pop out.
These are the ruins of a building that was built on a site of the 1692 Glen Coe Massacre.
You can read about it here.
This is at the edge of the village of Glen Coe. If you look way down the loch, you can see the bridge, which is next to where I'm staying.
This is the Glen Coe Folk Museum. It is what you get to do when you don't drink coffee or tea. The door is a little over five feet tall.
This is a monument to Mcian MacDonald the leader of he MacDonald clan that were the victims of the Glen Coe Massacre. It was erected almost 200 years after the massacre.
We started hiking up the hill and we got a view looking back.
This is a lake that was made by a Scottish businessman to look like a Canadian lake. When he was in Canada, in the 1800s, he married a First Nations woman and they moved back to Scotland. She was so homesick, that he created this to make it feel like home to her. It didn't work, so they moved back to Canada.
Our lunch location. I got to sit at a picnic table.
Another view of Loch Leven.
After lunch was a difficult, steep bit. When it ended, we were on this open, abandoned road with big views.
We had turned the corner and were on the way to the pub. This was the view to the left.
Our day was done. This is the view from the pub parking lot.
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