Loyal readers of this space will have seen the photos of my last adventure to Scotland. Actually, this was not only my first adventure in Scotland but my first adventure ever, discounting those baby things like crossing the road, going into a dark basement and watching clips of the Exorcist alone when I was 5.
To be an adventure, it must have peril and peril did this have. In fact, I probably came the closest to death that I have ever been. I may be blowing this whole thing out of proportion, but walking along a knife-edge ridge with 200-meter drops on both sides seems pretty perilous. One wrong step and… well, you get the picture.
An adventure must also have an element of the unknown. To be sure, I looked at some of these mountains and had no idea what I was in for. Again, I may be making mountains out of molehills, but when I looked up, I had no idea that this is what I’d look like when I got there.
Most of all, adventure should end in triumph and this one surely did.
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