I can’t say I know Glen Coe. I haven’t hiked it. Haven’t explored the peaks. Haven’t ridden the River Coe. But I’ve driven the A82 through it. Twice. And stopped for a few images. And the scenes will be indelible in my mind.
The steep glen walls just weep with streams. It was misting and raining both times driving through, but still, you question: How can there be that much water?
The heather, trees, clouds and rocks make it both stark and soft at the same time.
The first time through, there was a heavy mist, but the sun peaked through and glowed at times. The second, was a steady rain.
