Giant's Causeway

Giant's Causeway is scenery on a large scale. If it was an opera, it would be "Aida," something with elephants and processions.

The rocks themselves were made from lava flows that quickly crystallized. But what captured my attention wasn't just the geology of the place; it was the beauty. The blue-gray churn of the Atlantic, the green of the low hills and the colorful jackets and parkas of humans clambering over rocks.

We walked in and out of rain, but in between, the sun sparkled on damp heather and a rainbow shimmered. We walked a while on a high coastal path that took us by cows grazing with a million-dollar view. Didn't matter to them. They just chewed their cud and swished their tales.

Scotland is less than 30 miles from the slice of the Antrim coast we saw today. It feels like we're at the far northern tip of the world.

(Photos to come when wi-fi is more alert!)