On To Pitlochry

We got back to Oban early enough to decamp and drive on, now east, toward Edinburgh, with a stop in Pitlochry. But first we stopped for the night at a lay by--really a pier and boat launch--out in the middle of Loch Fyne. One of our more unusual campsites...

Thus

We were not alone

At all

It was, I surmised, a tidal loch

Next day, driving on, a clan burial ground

Water feature

And another giant loch

In touristy Pitlochry, where we stayed in the coach park; Vicki
reckons that she is of Clan McKay

Out on a long hike we took

Up to see the Edradour Distillery, smallest of the single malt
distilleries in Scotland; a nice malt, I thought, but nothing
particularly distinguished nor memorable

Castle, now hotel, along the way

And a house lived in by another of Vicki's putative ancestors, Robert
Louis Stevenson, in 1881