Day 20 Goodbye Scotland ... hello Canada

Our Scotland trip is at an end....
On route to see our little Canadians😍

If only I could get the plane in Cabelas to fly😆

Life 2.0: “Beauty has always been forged in struggle.”

Our 19-day journey through Scotland has come to an end. Scotland’s beauty is undeniable. You sense it the moment you step onto its mist-covered Highlands, tread the ancient golf links, or wade into the rivers that were carved by time itself. The hiking is excellent, the golf sacred, and the whisky smooth.

But fly fishing for salmon? That is another story.

A note in my travel journal captured it best:

“The pain of fly fishing in Scotland isn’t just the cold or the beating rain; it’s the endless fight between your mind telling you this is a stupid idea and your soul looking at the lovely rivers, insisting on one more cast.”

Fly fishing for Salmon in Scotland is harsh—relentless, often unrewarding.

And yet, the struggle is the point.

Visiting Scotland’s battlefields brought the same lesson into sharper relief. At Culloden, where the Jacobite dream ended in blood, the wind still howls across the moor as if carrying the voices of the fallen. At Bannockburn, Robert the Bruce’s clever tactics and sheer determination turned the tide, secured independence, and immortalised him as one of the greatest warrior-kings.

“Scotland’s beauty has always been forged in struggle.”

Sometimes we need the harshness of weather to appreciate the sun. The rain makes the rare warmth feel like gold.

Standing on battlefields where history turned reminded me: it is resilience—not comfort—that shapes us.Read more