Glencoe in Scotland looked like one of the most beautiful places I'd ever seen. There was something about it that enchanted all of us.
But there was a storm fast approaching. As we were all mesmerized, walking towards the hills to explore, one person in our group commented on the storm. He said he hoped it looked worse than it really was. But he was just as drawn as the rest of us into the scenery.
I'd hurt my knee from hiking the day before we went to Glencoe, and it was still tender, even with a knee brace on it. But I couldn't help myself. I carefully climbed my way down towards the valley that led into the hills.
Luckily, I was slower because of my knee, but one person made it all the way to the base of the hills when the storm hit.
Rain, snow, and wind came down on us with a fury. We all scrambled back towards the car. I covered my camera to keep it safe in the torrential downpour.
It felt like forever before our friend who had been all the way down in the valley made it back to the car, out of breath and soaking all the way through.
But there was something about it that was hard to turn away from, even with the storm. It was absolutely magical. I hope one day I can go back. Preferably without a frenzied wind/snow/rain storm letting loose on us. I'm sure I'll make it back one day!
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