Knowing rain and cold weather was ahead of us later in the week, we headed out early Monday morning in search of Clan Colquhoun on the banks of Loch Lomond.
My sister spent several years researching our ancestry and found our Great, Great Grandmother Mary Colhoun’s family was from the Colquhoun Clan.
Wanting to get a sense of family history, I did a little research and found the Clan was located in the town of Luss on Loch Lomond.
On our way there, we stopped at a few castles that the Clan had governed over. The first was Dunglass, which we could just barely see from a stop along the road. The castle was not open for public viewing, so we marched ourselves on to Dumbarton Castle.
That place was amazing!
I had no idea we would be taking 557 steps to get to the top, and the viewpoints, from this volcanic plug the castle was built upon. But we took every single step and were not disappointed by what we saw.
After touring the place, we got in the car and high-fived each other and said, “That was cool!” …and then headed up to Loch Lomond.
Along the route we spotted the Clan Crest high above a big gate and stopped to check it out. Discovering, again, that the public was not allowed inside, we made our way the few miles up the road to Luss.
When we got in the car, John said, “Man, don’t they know who you are?”
I said, “apparently not!”, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t enjoy our walk along the Loch and through the graveyard of a few of my ancestors.
We ate at the Colquhoun restaurant and then got back in the car to drive on.
I really enjoyed Luss, and would love to stay there when I come to visit again.
As the day was still young and the sun was bright, so we got a wild idea to head to Isle of Skye.
Following the map on John’s phone, we left Loch Lomond and The Trossachs National Park and wound our way through Glencoe Valley in the Scottish Highlands. The mountains jutted up from the ground in front of us to impressive snow-capped heights.
After at least ten stops to take photos, I ended up just taking shots from my seat on the left side of the car. If we stopped at every place that had us saying, “Wow” we would still be there now.
The road wound around this mountain and that one, and just after 5pm our map lead us right to a ferry dock in Mallaig. I had no idea we would need to take a ferry from there to reach Skye.
As we pulled up to the attendant, he asked if we had reservations. When we told him no we didn’t, he said, “Sorry folks, this ferry is fully booked.”
I was so disappointed!
But most people who know me, also know I don’t give up easily. As John searched the phone for a place nearby to stay, I went into the office and asked what happens if someone didn’t show up for the ferry??
The very kind gentleman behind the counter told me to buy our tickets and to queue in line 9, and they’d see if they could get us on.
Our luck held as we were the last car on that ferry bound for Isle of Skye at 6:10pm on a sunny evening.