Postcards and Teapot Plots
The Isle of Skye is a ridiculously good looking place. Seriously. If you told me its main export was postcards, I would believe you. All those pictures of rolling green hills and white, cloudy skies, and the sparkling sea and all that? It’s all real. And yes, it looks that good.
The wildest thing really was the weather. In the course of thirty minutes, it would go from clear skies to gray and snowy and then back to clear skies again. I am not exaggerating in any way. I have pictures on my phone to prove it. It was never a full whiteout or anything. But when you weren’t looking, little storms would sneak up behind you, start hailing miserably for a minute, and then innocently look the other way when you turned around to give it an accusatory look.
It was particularly interesting when we climbed the Old Man of Stor. It’s a mountain. Or the side of the mountain. Still not clear on that. Point is, it was probably a thirty or forty-five minute hike to the top, we spent maybe another thirty minutes up there, and then coming back down might have taken thirty, as well. So, all in all…hang on, doing math…an hour and a half to an hour and forty five. Less than two hours. In that time, the weather switched four times, from clear to snowy to clear to snowy to clear again. And there was another batch of dark clouds coming when we got on the bus.
To be fair, it was a pretty cool view from the top, because you could look out and see the next round of snow and wind coming across the water like a wall of ominous, blue face-stingingness. Usually, you had about three minutes to scramble up the steep part you were on or find a nice crook in the rock facing away from the wind (I believe there is a term for the side of a thing that faces away from the wind. Something “___ward.” I don’t mean “downwind.” That just means you’re further along in the winds path than whatever you’re downwind of. I mean the word that refers to the side of a thing. I’m too lazy to google it. Stop shouting at the computer. I can’t hear you, you know. No, that doesn’t mean shout louder! Would you–look, now you’re irritating everyone around you. Just…just stop.)
Wait, where was I before that parenthetical? Right–face-stingy weather. I mean, it wasn’t dangerous or anything. Just, well, face-stingy. But also really, really epic. I think I have a video on Facebook of the snow blowing through a gap in the mountains. It’s awesome.
Anyway, on an entirely unrelated topic, there is a teapot that’s been sitting outside the door across the hall from me since spring break. I don’t know why; the current prevailing theory is that it’s a Russian spy camera. But whatever the reason, I’ve decided to have some fun, the kind of fun that only happens when someone is truly, awfully bored.
I’ve decided to move the teapot, secretly, one door down the hallway each day. The floor I’m on is laid out in a loop, and I want to see if the teapot can make it a full circuit before either A) someone notices that their teapot is migrating, or B) the year ends. I will keep you updated in the blogs.