So when I last left you, we were at Neist Point. The wind was just too much for me to make it down to the lighthouse, so I was left with about an hour to get myself into trouble.
First off, our guide told me that there were some good views of the lighthouse if I could make my way around the cliffs and get myself far enough around to see them. I started my trek off to the right and got about 50 feet when I ran into a very muddy spot where the rain accumulated making a little stream down the hill. I tried my hardest to find my way around it, but pretty much wherever I went I found deep muddy patches. With all my work trying to keep out of the mud, I walked myself right into one that was so deep it covered my whole foot, up to my ankle. It wasn't just mud either it was BLACK mucky mud. I tried to wipe the mud off my shoe by dragging it around in the grass but it didn't help. One shoe was blue and the other was black. It took me weeks (after getting home) to get them clean and even still one is slightly grayer than the other.
With not much else to do other than deal with it, I decided to leave the lighthouse behind and head off in the other direction, back on the road we had come in on. It was a nice stable road. We had passed quite a few sheep while driving in and I could see them on the road out. After a ways, I looked up to the rocks above me and there was a very large sheep looking down at me.
I continued on my walk for a ways.
This baby was just darling.
I turned around to walk back to the van and the rest of tour. And that's when the rain started. At first it was just big drops and within minutes it was coming down in sheets, and the wind whipped. I was maybe 15 minutes from the group. By the time I made it back, everyone was waiting warm and dry on the van and I was sopping wet...with a black foot. Mike hadn't even realized I hadn't made the trek down the lighthouse. "What happened to you?" he asked when I sat down next to him in the van.
We drove for a bit and stopped in Dunvegan for lunch. We walked in to this little cafe, me looking like the creature from the black lagoon and freezing, and ordered warm soup. While we waited I tried to ring myself out in the bathroom.
By the time we left, I was mostly dry and enjoyed the remainder of the day. We continued our drive around the Island stopping for some quick photo ops every so often.
Kilt Rock in Trotternish.