Isle of Staffa

Today is our anniversary!!! 4 years and she's not quite sick of me (an impressive accomplishment no doubt). For that reason, we are on the road to a little getaway in the boarders. We will be exploring a bit of Southern Scotland taking a little tour of the famous Abbey ruins there. Should be fun.

It is somewhat fitting that I am doing this post today. This is the last post from our last trip, and is about a funny little island named Staffa. The reason this is fitting is that it was once bought by a wealthy American gentleman for his wife on their anniversay. She ended up giving it to the National Trust for Scotland (I think she was thinking diamonds rather than odd geological formation).

Basically, Staffa is where Superman feels at home. The way the island was formed made portions of it into pillar like sections squeezed together like a Q-bert board (someone must have thought of that too....come on...).



We were able to walk around on the island a bit and go into the famous Fingal's cave. There was some odd mythology about it, but I can't really remember any of it.



The top of Staffa looked like any other island. You can see the little boat we took out to it floating next to the shore down below. Kelli and I walked around the island a bit, and were amazed at how odd it seemed on the side and how normal it was on top.







On the backside of the island I saw this incredible view of the cliffs going into the ocean. It was truly a beautiful place and so random. They say that it is similar to the giants causeway in Ireland, and could possibly be connected in some way geologically. I personally think Superman built this.