Bales Of Hay, A Hippo Foot And Some True Believers

We were silent in the car as we twisted and turned our way down through the mountains. My husband, Phil, myself, and our 10-year-old son, Jack, were headed toward A82, the main road. As we took a sharp left at Invermoriston, we held our breath: There it was--23 miles long, a mile wide, and 700 scary feet deep. The road runs high above the waterline, and tall trees line the shore, so we pulled over at the next clearing to gaze a long while at whitecap-flecked Loch Ness.

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