Hike through Glencoe Scotland with Kids on Your Next Trip
Last week I finally got around to creating an album for me and my parents with all of the photos we took during our two-week trip through Scotland. OK, so maybe I didn’t include them all. I think I shot about 5000 and my dad shot at least 700 photos. Two hundred might have made it into the MyPublisher album I created. Thank goodness we are now a digital photography family. If that had all been film, we would have spent more on the processing and printing than the trip!
Editing through that many photos meant that I found a few favorites along the way. Most of the photos had my parents and my kids in them with a few of me sprinkled into the mix, but a few were of the stunning, sweeping landscapes that Scotland is known for, especially around Glencoe.
I remember Glencoe Scotland perfectly. We headed up one morning to check out the town (it really doesn’t exist) and do a little hiking. We knew there was this cute little inn to have lunch at so we went in search of it first since our bellies were grumbling after a late start and a long drive. Along the way I kept yelling for my dad to pull over. There was yet another amazing shot I just had to get a photograph of before we continued on.
It got so bad that we decided we would just return the next day to do some dedicated hiking. My mom had found the perfect little trail during one of our stops that went through a valley with hills (mountains?) on either side. Little did we know that there was a river running through it as well. It was also the perfect backdrop for a few epic sword fights between my dad (the evil knight) and my oldest son (the good knight).
Since we had a three year old and a five year old with us, we couldn’t hike as far in as we would have liked, but what we saw only made us hungry for more. And speaking of hungry– we did eventually find that little inn that looked out over a waterfall (yes, I will have more info on that spot for you soon). The meat pie and tomato soup hit the spot, but not as much as the Thistly Cider and local beers.
Looking back at the photos now, I can only dream about our next trip. This time we will bring my husband. He missed out on the moors of Glencoe. It’s not fair, but it sure gives us a good reason to go back.