It's 3:30 AM and we stumble into our rental car. Driving through a stretch of single-track roads, we finally make it to the base. We are going to hike up the Old Man of Storr for sunrise. It starts off reasonably well. We cross a few gates and the trail turns from asphalt to dirt. It should only take about forty-five minutes. The first light starts to peak and we are racing against the sun. Just when you think it can't get any steeper, we realize where you actually want to be is at the top of the cliff facing the pinnacles.
It was a strenuous hike but when you make it to the top you are rewarded with the most iconic view of Skye. We spend the next few days seeing as much as we can; there's the Quiraing, the aptly named Fairy Pools, Fairy Glen, Cuillin Hills and Rubha nam Brathairean, Gaelic for Brother's Point.
We left feeling as though we had only scratched the surface.
