There's a rugged beauty to the Highland landscape, one that just feels like wild red head and rough wool. The thistles and gorse that cover the landscape with purple and yellow when flowered, make for a blanket of thick thorn and spikes at the dawn of winter. Driving along Loch Lomond in Trossachs National Park was spectacular. "National Park" doesn't mean the same thing in Britain as it does in America. Here, the area is not so much "parkland" or nature reserves cared for by rangers. They are whole areas deemed too special to develop. They are unspoiled and pristine, and also the home to thousands of people in villages throughout. Just off to the right of this photo, a white house sat in the blip of flat space between two sweeping hills. It was like an ant between a camel's humps. The narrow dirt path of pull-off room we'd found was probably the very start of their driveway.