A VOICE ON THE ROAD

We arrived at Kirk Yethom with unusual vigor after a 7 1/2-mile walk that was actually 7 1/2 miles. (If you ever visit the Scottish...

Another misty day greeted us as we walked out of Morebattle — which, by the way, has nothing to do with battles but instead means...

Oatmeal. What is the secret of the Scots? I make it home. I cook it in milk. I add cinnamon, honey, and butter. But it’s just not the...

Over this morning's breakfast, we pulled out our written pages and read last night's efforts aloud. The prompt for these pieces? Vessel....

I had a plan. I worked on it for months. All Ts crossed, all Is dotted. We were going to walk and write and share and eat a lot of...

What happens when six strangers travel from Seattle to Scotland to walk and write together? Triumph over a challenge, for one. Incredible...

Enter the last day of our long walk — 15 miles to Fort William and the end of the West Highland Way. Mary and I were ebullient as we made...

I sure wish I could say that a lifetime of self work has freed me from judgements and prejudices. But, sadly, I’m not that evolved; like...

Ah, the inside joke. You know, the random non sequitur dropped into the middle of a three-way conversation which leaves the other two...

Having been there once before, I mentioned the breakfast I knew was coming at Tigh na Fraoch B & B in the previous post. But, I realized...

“The work of the mature person is to carry grief in one hand and gratitude in the other and to be stretched large by them. How much...

So we cheated. But is good, necessary, perspective changing self-care ever really cheating? I had warned Mary that one of, if not THE,...

On a rainy fall day in the Scottish Highlands, the hills literally cry. It can seem, at points along the road, that waterfalls are...

Click below. Sometimes there just aren't words to express the joy of a certain moment. More from lambing season:

Love is witnessing a friend in all her glorious quirks and (mostly) not flinching. I’ve been dancing the waltz of friendship with Mary...

I forget sometimes that nature is the most faithful purveyor of kindness, ease and happy accidents. Take for example the happy accident...

We could not have asked for a more spectacular start to our walk toward Loch Lomond. Today we hiked 12 miles north and slightly west from...

Glasgow As I was saying . . . the last time I pulled on my traveling clothes was in 2019 B.C. (Before COVID) or, in the new historical...

What a strange and wondrous thing it is to hit the road. For me, this has always been true. I’ve traveled to and walked across(or through...

With the world reopening here in Seattle where 70% of eligible people are vaccinated, we bid goodbye to posts along the Pandemic Highway.