I made the two and a half hour drive from Skye to Ft. William where I returned my rental car without a scratch. After a smoked salmon on brown bread sandwich, I was more than delighted to relax on the bus ride to Oban.
It’s a beautiful evening here, but there’s much speculation that the hurricane forecast for tomorrow or Monday may stop the ferries from running. And I have to take two. Of course, I didn’t dare tell anyone where I was from—and to think that I had avoided Irene!
My hotel room overlooks the Oban Ferry Terminal, giving me a porthole view of the ferries coming and going. I just saw the Caledonian MacBrayne pull up to the pier to load for its last trip of the day. Tomorrow my plan is to take the 4 PM ferry from Oban to Craignure on Mull, catch an awaiting bus to go across Mull to Fionnphort, and then hop the five minute ferry to Iona. I know that the currents between the little isle and Mull can be treacherous and the powers to be have no compunction to cancel. I’ve never been stuck before but I came close. I hope tomorrow won’t be a first.
Simple? Right now I’m off to grab a good night’s sleep.