After a five hour flight to Dublin, a four hour layover at Dublin airport, another flight to Glasgow, and a 5-6 hour bus trip to the Isle of Skye, Scotland, we all arrived intact at our final destination. It was 9:45 p.m. by the time we finally arrived., and the sun had not yet set over the village of Carbost. Our hostess at the Old Inn greeted us with a smile and engaged in some verbal jousting with the students; needless to say, we all felt at home right away……
View of Carbost, Isle of Skye
Ashley and Ted looking studious in the common room at the bunkhouse, 1st day of class
Professor, Ned Olmsted, invites students to explore the concept of “wildness” and the utility of sheep as they embark on their adventures in the highlands of Scotland.
Life in the bunkhouse with a view of loch Harport, Carbost, Isle of Skye. Students gather for their first class meeting while admiring the view of the loch.
Alas poor Yorick….. Ashley and Eryn discover a rather large bone on the shores of loch Harport and contemplate its origins….
entry from Ned:
It’s 10:00 pm, and a rosy alpenglow has settled on the peaks surrounding the village of Carbost, here on the Isle of Skye. It’ll be another three hours before the last light in the west completely disappears. The forecast called for heavy rain and thunder today for eastern Scotland; instead, we had blue sky and warm temps. We’re headed out tomorrow on our first “shakedown” hike into the Cuillins – an imposing range of bare and scree-covered mountains to the south. Our primary objectives are a series of waterfalls and the so-called “Fairy Pools”, and I suspect the hardier members of our group will so some serious swimming. This morning a handful of folks went into the salty loch which is just out our doorstep, and seemed to survive the cold just fine.
Along with our group, there’s a big crowd (quite multi-cultural) in the pub this evening watching Germany smoke Brazil. For such a small village so far off the beaten track, there are a good number of cyclists, walkers, sea kayakers and general tourist types either passing through or stopping to have a pint in Carbost’s only (and very popular) pub. It appears that any lingering jetlag has worn off, but tomorrow’s hike will give a clearer idea of just how fit folks are feeling. So far everyone is healthy, and the group appears to be pulling together – they’re all looking forward to doing some real exploring tomorrow, and I suspect some interesting journal entries will arise from the day’s adventures.