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Portree.
The cutest, quaintest fishing village jutting colorfully from the Isle of Skye, Scotland. We visited on our family UK trip this summer. I may be a little late in sharing photos...just a little. The small island was fully booked on our travel dates months in advance. So, we got creative and glamped in darling A-frame cabins with Wigwam Holidays. Misty island treks and fresh seafood by day and s'mores by night. One of the most mysteriously dreamy places I've ever been.
My parents moved to Britain a few years ago and in June we were able to join them for a jaunt across the pond. Our first days were spent in darling Edinburgh! We were enchanted by...
Hot chocolate sundaes from Mary's Milk Bar
Hog roasts with sweet chili sauce and haggis
Intricate crown jewels fortified within a high castle
Golden gorse on favored Arthur's Seat
and
Lots of overdue snuggles with Grandaddy and Nene!
Towards the end of May, after merely one night in our new home in Indianapolis, we packed our suitcases and flew to our camping adventure with family and friends along the Grand Staircase. The trip was planned ages ago - long before we knew the date of our move or that my sister Sarah and I would be pregnant (me at 28 weeks and she at 16)! She and I were a funny duo but managed with ample midnight...2am...4am shivery trips from tent to restroom and wood. In Zion we scaled the steep edge to Angels Landing's summit and hiked upstream through the refreshing waters of The Narrows. In Bryce Canyon we soaked up the brilliance of the sun upon the vibrantly hued Canyon. In the Grand Canyon we stood in peaceful contemplation overlooking the sun set pink.
Need I say more about:
The good: Delicious over the campfire meals! Challenges fulfilled. Experiencing the views with family.
The bad: Thirty degree, rainy weather. Hiking boot heels disintegrating on the way up Angels Landing. Crazed squirrels gnawing through our most luxe tent.
The ugly: Gnarly mountain man beards. Food poisoning. Chacos with socks.
But the endearing aspect of camping is that in retrospect you realize the "bad" and "ugly" is actually the "good." The slight discomforts are remembered in humor and you sense you are a little more resilient...a little stronger than when you first let out.
You are also wildly thankful that you can pee in the comfort of your home any-time-you-want.