An Old Friend
Home Sweet Edinburgh
Having called Edinburgh home for nearly two months last winter, spending another four nights felt a bit like a homecoming. It’s certainly been the closest return to “normality” we’ve experienced since beginning our travels nine months ago.
But it’s Sunday now and the Tattoo is behind us, which makes the pull to return home palpable, sometimes to the point of feeling overwhelming.
Thankfully, Amanda met Jacqueline through Dressing Your Truth. She and her husband Paul live near Glasgow and took the train into Edinburgh today to hang out with us. Fittingly, we met at the mosaic Heart of Midlothian outside St Giles Cathedral on the Royal Mile.
Dunbar
When the New World opened to immigration, Daniel moved his family to the recently established colonies in Wisconsin.
John never lost his Scottish accent since he was already 11 years old when he and his family emigrated to America.
As an adult, he finally settled in San Francisco and immediately left for a week-long visit to Yosemite, a place he had only read about. Seeing it for the first time, Muir notes that “He was overwhelmed by the landscape, scrambling down steep cliff faces to get a closer look at the waterfalls, whooping and howling at the vistas, jumping tirelessly from flower to flower."
Contrary to the thinking of the day, John was convinced that Yosemite Valley had been formed by glaciers. Eventually, he proved himself to be right, influencing scientific thought in the process.
I suppose I should leave some stuff to talk about once we get home, so I won’t say too much here, but Amanda and I were both deeply moved by how much one man did to awaken the modern conservation movement. I found the museum to be quite an emotional experience.
England!
After more than two months in Scotland—from Gretna Green, to Speyside, to the Hebrides, to the Highlands, to Orkney and Shetland—we finally crossed back into England.