Rest and Be Thankful Pass, A83, Arrochar,
Loch Lomond and The Trossachs National Park
How many times have you been asked, as you were walking out the door, where you were going and you replied “nowhere”? (When I was younger, that was my default answer). As an answer, it was usually intended as an evasive or flip response, rather than an actual intended destination. But it is really anywhere, and most definitely somewhere.
Perhaps ‘nowhere’ is a state of mind, or an escape. Rather than a physical place, it is your perspective of that place.
What happens when you get there? What if you think you’re in the middle of nowhere (for instance, along an empty mountain pass), and realize you are indeed somewhere quite significant, surrounded by serene beauty with a vibrant or painful history? You are no longer ‘nowhere’.
Glencoe, Scottish Highlands
Personally, I can’t wait to go somewhere again (Scotland, it’s always Scotland) and take multiple motorways and single track roads and foot trails (both on and off the beaten path) to nowhere and know that each time, I’ll arrive somewhere spectacular.
An open gate looks like an invitation to me
A path always leads somewhere
This one leads to Castle Stalker, Loch Laich, Appin
I miss Scotland. I miss it all year ’round, but always more so in the summertime when I’m trying to avoid heatstroke from another triple-digit California Summer. February in Scotland was pretty darn nice.
Rested and thankful
© Dahlia Ramone: August 2, 2020
This was written for Blogophilia Topic: Highway to Nowhere
(1) use the word ‘heatstroke’
(2) Include a picture you took or a drawing you made *
* All photographs were taken by me