After days of rain that obscured the landscape of the Northern Highlands of Scotland, I drove across the bridge to the Isle of Skye as the sun broke through and lit the hills with a beauty that made it difficult to focus on steering. Breakish was the perfect place to stay, full of inconspicuous B&Bs with impeccably gorgeous views of the bay. I was antsy to go for a run, so the owner of the B&B I'd chosen recommended a path down to the shore, through a field of cows. ("There's a sign saying 'Beware of bull,'" he told me, "But don't worry; he hasn't charged so far.) The cows tranquil in the quiet fields, an old graveyard, the shimmering water, and a constantly shifting, golden sunset made for one of the most memorable, beautiful moments of my trip.