A day in the Isle of Skye

We started the morning staring out our hostel window upon a range that extends immediately upward from the castle mail ( or what's left of it) in kyleakin. One of our hostel mates exclaimed that we were actually staying in the boring bit of the isle of Skye, then he told us to just wait till we got firther onto the island. We weren't convinced until we caught our bus that morning. Within a few miles we were buried in the shadows by monstrous jagged crags. To say these mountains are warm and inviting would be a gross understatement. They almost intomidate saying, " come on I dare you." this is evidenced by the prevalance of mountain rescue points scattered across our map. The hills look prehistoric. I'd just about expect a dimasaur to cross the road as a sheep. It looks as if someone was given a chisel and a massive hammer, blind folded themselves, strapped themselves with TNT and set about pulverizing with dizzying affect.
We walked up to the old man of storr. Pnce again, it almost felt alien, like our bus transitioned from scotland to mars in one short hour. The rock almost looks like it's defying nature, standing firm and unmoved, stubborn but eroded just the same, spectacularly tall.
We finished the day walking to the castle mail. A great night walk as we watched the last of the setting sun over the Skye bridge.