You want scenery? Have your Father-in-law drive you though the Scottish Highlands.
He'll tell you all about the abandoned rail lines.
People from all over the world, even America, come to see them. You may even see nuns eating ice cream.
And when you say "Oh Jesus, Look at that!" It's only a few moments later you say the same thing.
You appreciate the natural beauty.
The cows know here, too.
You do not care that charming little towns on a loch are money vacuums.
There is a Loch Awe, and a Loch Fyne. They are that, and more.
The journey is worth the $9 a gallon for diesel.
At the end of an exhausting day, you thank the man who drove you, then follow the sage advice of the Green Wellie.
Tomorrow, the sisters shop, leaving me to explore the Dear Green Place on my own. Subway, buses, appropriate footwear will take me downtown and to places on the west end I want to return to, and see for the first time. Will I be able to find batteries on my own?