Andy Latham joined Kathy for something a bit different this year: the Cuillin hills on the Isle of Skye in Scotland.

Andy high on the ridge traverse, on a rare sunny day.

After a day of sight-seeing, preparation, and waiting for the rainy weather to clear, we got underway on our adventure. As you can see, the day looks to be mostly sunny, but only at the lower elevations! We're headed into that bank of cloud. Enjoying our last bit of clear visibility here.

Sharing our boat ride with some locals; after our short passage, and a hurried exchange of last minute beta shouted over the engine noise, we wave goodbye to our last sight of humans for the next 24 hours.

And we're on our way! At first we enjoyed warm sunshine and a gentle breeze.

But by the time we got halfway to the ridge crest, heavy fog engulfed us. Here on the ridge, the sun looks like it wants to break through, but it never does.

The views in the fog were evocative (of scary thoughts mostly!).

We decided to bivy near a spring, slightly down off the ridge crest. The fog began to clear as we prepared our sleeping arrangements.

The view from our bivy spot, a few minutes later.

The next morning saw us continuing along the ridge in much better visibility, improving hourly.

Andy on Collie's Ledge, on the Sgurr MhicCoinnich.

After two long days on the route, we had to confess our progress was too slow and we were not keen to push for the complete traverse in one go. So we descended to civilization... This high tarn shows Skye at its cheeriest, in mediterranean-esque sunshine.

The next couple of days were spent sight-seeing all over the island in very mixed weather. The Old Man of Storr here as we drive north.

One of many beautiful cemeteries, this one in honor of the soldiers from the island who fought in the Second World War.

Thatched huts beautifully reconstructed at the Museum of Island Life.

Just another sun-washed kirk along the road...

The "Fairy Glen", eerie enough to almost make believers of us.

Do you believe in fairies? I do!

Hunting for dinner in Portree, we headed down to the waterfront.

A beautiful evening, and we found a great teensy weensy restauarant with predictably awesome fish on the menu.

Perhaps caught in this very boat! OK .... probably not.

Another day, another boat. This one on the Sleat Peninsula in the south of the island.

The only photo we were allowed to take in the top secret, highly classified site known as the Talisker Distillery.

When the forecast improved, we headed back in to check out the other end of the traverse. The heather moors above Sligachan were beautiful in the morning sunshine.

We climbed, predictably, into the inevitable mists.

When we reached the crest, there were signs that the mists were about to clear.

And in fact they did! We look southwest toward the section of ridge we did not do, and the further section we did. Both a long way off!

We tagged one last summit, and headed down.

Descending into sunshine once again. What a beautiful place, thank you Andy for joining me there on another adventure.