The Search for the Lost Valley

It turns out that the most difficult part of seeking and discovering the Lost Valley (Coire Gabhail) - an infamous site of the Macdonald's cattle rustling in the popular Glen Coe area of Scotland - is figuring out which of the dozen unmarked, tour-bus-stocked car parks along the main highway to Fort William is the right one. After stopping at an embarrassing four different places so as to get more precise directions to the appropriate trail, we arrived (simply through trial and error) and proceeded to follow the line of tourist-ants up into the now-found valley (Eirmis Gabhail). Oh, there it is, between sisters one and two of the landmark "Three Sisters" peaks:
Compared to our hike up Stob Binnein, the trail to the valley was quite pedestrian (as witnessed by the young children, disgruntled teens, and moms & dads in shorts & sandals who were making their way up the trail). Jack and I ready to make our brave ascent into the valley:

The trail followed a pristine mountain stream, allowing for some most picturesque shots along the babbling brook:
We arrived at the valley without incident and found it to be a peaceful, scenic place - perfect for the wee picnic lunch we packed. Britt & Jack in the valley:

Me proudly atop a v-0 bouldering problem:
Jack grows contemplative, trying to decide whether the lost valley most aptly fits Kant's category of the beautiful or the sublime in nature:
Looking back from whence we came: