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Wonderful pictures. I have Scottish blood via my paternal Grandfather. Been once, on my post college backpacking trip. I hiked in the hills around Aviemore, having taken the train down from Inverness for the day. A wet and rainy Scottish May, I'll have to go home and dig up my pictures. If I find some decent ones, I'll try to scan them in.
I also tried Ben Nevis, but I was recovering from a pretty nasty case of what I think was food poisoning (bad piece of fish, I think). There was much scrambling behind rocks and dropping trou at a moments notice. Needless to say, didn't make it to the top.
The Pentland Hills as well. However, being American, I was unaware that I was allowed to climb the stiles over fencing, so I thought I was following the directions in my guidebook wrong and gave up. Climbing a fence in America is a recipe for getting a gun pointed in your direction. We take our private property very seriously here.
One of the ways I'm consoling myself on my upcoming move from San Francisco to NYC is knowing I'll be a shorter plane flight to the ancestral lands. Perhaps a backpacking trip will be in my future.
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