I am one of those people who have very few memories of their childhood. But I do remember my older sister and I taking baths together, with an inverted plastic tub between us. We would pound on the tub and sing as loud as we could:
"You take the high road and I'll take the low road and I'll get to Scotland afore yee, where me and my true love will never meet again on the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond."
Well today I have taken a bus from Oban to Glasgow, past Loch Lomond and I finally understand the mystical qualities of that song. This area reminds me of the Ozarks, only on steroids. Plenty of pine trees, even the same truck trailers carrying their loads of pine tree trunks. The mountain tops catch the wispy strings of clouds. The waterfalls wind their way down the mountain sides. The road follows along the base of the mountain, working its way up and down the fingers of the sea as it comes up the lochs. I am so glad we are taking this side-trip.