After we stayed with friends north of Inverness, we drove south through the Cairngorms and hit up a different set of friends from whom we could bum a night's stay. They're busy building a house and re-building an old barn... Continue Reading →
I've been anticipating and dreading this post in equal measure since I embarked upon blogging through my Scotland journey. This one was hard. This was very, very hard. The longer I think upon it, the more my heart is broken... Continue Reading →
So for my other job, I've picked up the responsibility for quite a lot of content creation (which is one of the reasons I've been posting less around here). More about that in another blog entry, but I end up... Continue Reading →
I remember having a long-standing and spirited debate with a friend of mine when I was only sixteen. Just a shot in the dark, here, but I'm guessing most sixteen-year-olds don't enter into deep theological arguments supported by Platonic logic... Continue Reading →
Saturday was over, and Sunday morning dawned gray and foggy on Skye. I had been thrilled to discover that our schedule put us on the winged isle on The Lord's Day, and immediately began looking up historic churches we would... Continue Reading →
The image of the Northern Barbarian, hulking with a huge blade and thriving on bloodlust is an easy one to conjure, whether it was the Romans and the Germanic northerners, the Britains and the Danes, or the English and the... Continue Reading →
While in Scotland, I was placed in the interesting position of having to explain what this whole 'Outlander' business was to my parents. For anyone who doesn't know, Outlander is a book/series/tv series which starts in the highlands of Scotland... Continue Reading →
While touring the highlands of Scotland this fall, I had the privilege of seeing some of my ancestral lands and buildings. My father's grandmother was a Campbell. While I, personally, have yet to solidify the American Campbell line back to Scotland,... Continue Reading →
Confession time, I have a deep and abiding love of old churches. The moment I gaze up at ancient soaring spires, something wakes up deep inside my heart and mind. That thing, that spark of old wonder, burns like a... Continue Reading →
The Nomadic Troglodyte 
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