The Isle of Skye was truly one of the most magical places I’ve had the privilege to visit. It seemed like the stuff of fairy tales. Rolling green hills, waterfalls, mountains, rainbows, castles, forest – you name it, it was there.
We got out bright and early to start out with our hike to The Old Man of Storr. It was an incredibly cold day with a bit of light rain, but we were determined not to let that stop us. The views from both the bottom and the top were spectacular.
When we were about halfway up the trail, the most incredible thing happened. Out of nowhere, huge, quarter-sized snowflakes started flurrying down on us. At first, we were a bit worried we’d have to turn around before we go to the top, but it stopped as quickly as it had started and it was absolutely beautiful!
The iconic rock formations at the top of the trail were much bigger than I expected! To give you some perspective, I am also in the photo above.
We kind of just stood in awe of it all for a little while before we finally turned back around to continue to our next point of interest.
Our next stop was a waterfall view point…and yes, that is a rainbow at the bottom.
We then took an insane, winding mountain road that was pretty much one lane all the way up to Quiraing. It was super windy…and when I say windy, I mean zero gravity windy. The birds could not even fly!! It was insane, but also pretty cool, especially when it pushed us along the trail.
We stopped for lunch and were lucky enough to find a little brewery that had COFFEE, which I desperately needed at this point in the trip. I also bought some tasty whiskey caramels.
After fueling up, we drove through the Faerie Glen, which is aptly named because it definitely looks like the kind of place where fairies would live. This photo does it no justice, but it was one of my favorite stops on the trip. So surreal.
At this point, we were running out of daylight and trying to squeeze in a couple more stops before the sun set. We made it out to coral beach, and while it wasn’t exactly beach weather, we all enjoyed the chance to stretch our legs and look at all of the strange colors of moss on the rocks.
Our last stop for the day was this bridge at the bottom of the Cuillin Mountains.
I really cannot believe we jammed so much into about ten hours. It honestly still feels like it was a dream. Every angle offered a dose of sensory overload. It was such an amazing day!