In my last post I mentioned the BEST BABY IN THE WORLD. Bringing this up in the opening paragraph without elaborating was cruel, deceitful and lazy. This time, I will just be a bit coy. Here is a sneak peek of the adorable little child. If you read until the end, I promise a big reveal.
If you just scroll to the bottom without reading everything, great harm may come to the baby. The choice is yours.
After escaping the wonderful deadly walls of Edinburgh we hopped a bus to Pitlochry. The tiny town had the only available hostel in all of Scotland, so my hopes were subdued. What missing element kept the backpackers away? Perhaps the answer is obvious photographic opportunities. Out of the 47 possible photos I selected for this post, not a single one was taken in the town limits. Aside from the many stores selling souvenir kilts, the streets reminded me of Estes Park. Well kept shrubbery, tiny eateries and outdoor stores with competing sales served as landmarks.
At either end of the main drag sat a bar. The first was open until midnight and served as the social center of visitors and locals alike. The youngest patrons were in their teens and the oldest in their seventies. The band fell toward the latter, but still earned their name: IndepenDANCE. Heroically they burned through cover after cover.
“Raised in Scotland, Schooled in Rock, this song was written by the hardest working band in history — AC/DC!!”
Two days and one whiskey tour later, we found ourselves in in Inverness. All that rocking had depleted our immune system and we spent most our time inside. Most of our entertainment came from guessing how we would annoy our roommates during the night. Would Stacy’s coughing grab their attention or would my constant nose blowing steal the show. In the end we were both winners and terrible roommates to be stuck with.
On the third day, we summoned our strength and boarded an adventure vessel. Manned by seasoned explorers, like this guy who lived at my hostel, it was only a matter of time before we found the Loch Ness Monster.
Our plucky crew was joined by even pluckier greenhorns.
Would their humor hold forth, or would the cruel sea leave them hardened and bitter?
After hours adrift the research crew remained vigilant.
Though we never found what we were looking for, spirits remained high. 
Ahead lay Ireland
Bonus: My unintentional imitation of the WORLD’S GREATEST BABY
