Fortunately for us (and our gray hair and other aging) the road got much better after the mountain. Much of it was still single-track but, by now, that is old hat! This stretch, which took us up the west coast to the very northern part of mainland Scotland, we decided was the most beautiful country we have seen. That is partly because it is constantly changing. One drives a few miles, goes around the end of a stretch of mountains and the next vista is completely different but just as gorgeous. Mountains wreathed in mist, rolling moors, green fields full of sheep, gorse, heather, waterfalls, an occasional small loch, ruins, and, of course, the Atlantic Ocean. You never know what you will see. And, unfortunately, the camera can’t really capture the grandeur.