took this of parker’s room a few years back. people are obsessed with flags huh.
as of last week I had never camped in the wild, and Nell had a new tent she wanted to test out. So we decided to hop on the bus west to Ballater and hike down to Loch Muick for a night. Naturally we brought pesto pasta and quesadillas.
After walking 6 hours (2 spent in a downpour, thanks Scotland), we set up shop right next to shore. When we originally placed the tent on an island between two streams, highland midges nearly took us to the edge of sanity. Lesson learned. We were right in front of a royal bothy that Queen Victoria built as a holiday home for her and Albert, in a patch of forest below some waterfalls…very romantic, aside from how creepy the house became once the sun went down (definitely a good place to perform some pagan rituals).
Absolutely no one was around. The wind felt like it could rip our tent out of the ground. I forgot extra dry clothes and froze my ass off. Woke up with a huge crick in my neck. But, Nell found a frog, we enjoyed a civil game of monopoly, had hot tea in the morning, and a friendly Cornish couple hitched us a ride back to town when our feet most desperately needed it on the way home. And there’s just something about that kind of silence you can exist in when you’re out there…it was a great time.