Scotland 5: Day 42

04.11.16 | Invergordon Hotel | 21:41

This morning I have confirmed what I already suspected: There’s not much going on in Invergordon. As I explained the other day, it is about the size of Thatcher, the little town in southeastern Arizona where I grew up. I love Thatcher, but most of my entertainment was the friends I hung out with. I walked two blocks south to the back of Cromarty Firth and followed it out of Inverness and into Saltburn, the next town over. I was thankful that the sun was out, even though there was a cold breeze blowing.

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