Old Man of Storr & The Storr

The tourist path takes you to the famous rock formation and back — a fine walk, worth doing. We did that, then continued above it to the actual summit of The Storr. The wind up there was serious. The trail narrowed, the visibility dropped, and it became one of those hikes where you’re making small decisions constantly and trusting that they add up correctly.

The views were worth it. They always are, when you earn them.

Coming down the other side, the path simply disappeared. Not dramatically — it just faded into bog and grass and slope. We picked our way down alongside a waterfall, half-scrambling, shoes taking on water for the third time that week, laughing at something that could have been annoying if we’d let it be.