B + M Mountain Wedding in Pine, Colorado by Nora Logue

I can't even begin to describe how the stars aligned with this absolutely amazing gig. B + M are two wonderful people with so much love for one another, their beautiful daughter, their family, and their friends. The wedding ceremony, in what can only be described as "totally Colorado", took place on a disc golf course with a gorgeous view of the mountains. How awesome is that?! 

Take a gander below to see some of the highlights of the day. Prepare to be in awe of this gorgeous couple and their beautiful wedding day!

Quintessential Scotland on the Isle of Kerrera by Nora Logue

When I visualized my trip to Scotland, I imagined it in a big picture sense. I knew when I would be getting in to Edinburgh and when I would be leaving. My first three nights in the country were booked before I arrived but the inbetween? I wasn't keen on planning out four weeks of travel. So I didn't. (Well, not counting the time my friends met up with me. But that's another story.)

My idea was this: Get to Scotland. Talk to locals. Ask for opinions on where to go and what to see and then plan only one day ahead.

It was a serious success. I could not have imagined a better trip even if I had planned it out impeccably.

My first stop after Edinburgh was Oban. A west coast harbor village, Oban was to be my stepping stone to the Western Isles of Scotland. I arrived on an afternoon of torrential rain and retired fairly quickly to my cozy hostel room with a big bay window overlooking the water. I got to chatting with an Australian woman who had been there for the last two days. This was my first of many encounters with kind, generous travelers. We talked of hiking, nature, odd jobs, and aspirations. These such moments, no matter how long, always stick with me. I think there is something so precious and wonderful about connecting with someone you know you likely will never see again in this life. Each conversation is a gift.

Though the weather forecast didn't look promising for the next day, I awoke to blue skies and a determination to undertake my first countryside walk.

With the help of one of the hostel workers (now a friend!) I was pointed toward the Isle of Kerrera for an afternoon walk. A teensy tiny island, it is home to only a couple dozen residents and is linked to Oban by a five-minute ferry ride. Kerrera can be traversed in a matter of hours but it offers a truly stunning range of views and close encounters with sheep and other farm animals. It also has a castle ruin free to the public for exploration.

We like free.

Kerrera turned out to be a perfect prelude to what I would come to see and experience in Scotland as a whole. Castle ruins, stone fences, rolling hills of peat and bog, no shortage of stunning views, and sheep. Lots and lots of sheep. And their little baby lambs. Three cheers for lambing season in Scotland!

I didn't end up venturing to any other west coast islands, simply because I didn't want to spend too much money all at once, but it wasn't a problem. Kerrera was a real charmer and ended up providing me with exactly what I had wanted that day: a beautiful, long walk and a welcoming taste to Scotland's character.

All the best,

Eliminate hurry. Edinburgh, Scotland. by Nora Logue

"Ruthlessly eliminate hurry from your life."

These words echoed in my ears as I sat waiting for my flight to Edinburgh, Scotland. I was listening to the weekly sermon podcast from the church I had attended before leaving Illinois and this sentence screamed to be remembered.

This became my mantra for the next four weeks. As I walked behind groups of slow-moving tourists up the Royal Mile, while I searched rather aimlessly for the flat I'd be spending my first nights in, I'd repeat in my head, "ruthlessly eliminate hurry," and I'd take a deep breath. I am here, I'd think. How beautiful. How wonderful and great and beautiful. There is no rush.

I am not a city girl. In Chicago, I would feel anxious and harassed after spending any length of time navigating through downtown. I like my giant open spaces and fresh air. But Scotland's capital city? The more time I spent meandering its cobbled streets and cozy alleyways, the more I wanted to live there. Edinburgh is a place of charm and history and there was always something new to see, despite its relatively small size.

It is a city for walkers. Everything is within walking distance and you can hardly ever get lost. Just glance around for a sight of Edinburgh Castle and you'll immediately know where you are.

One of my favourite fixtures of Edinburgh is Arthur's Seat. This is the highest peak in the city and part of Holyrood Park at the bottom of the Royal Mile. These hills provide stunning panoramic views of Edinburgh and only require a short, albeit somewhat taxing, walk. The best time to climb to the top of Arthur's Seat is either early in the morning—sunrise if you can manage it—or late in the day to catch the sun set. Just beware, it can be a wee bit windy at the top.

After my first ascent of the hill, I sat and admired (aka creepily took photos of) this man. I was impressed at how unfazed he seemed to be by the climb and how well-dressed he was. Good on you, sir. Good on you.

All the best,

A Feeling in the Air by Nora Logue

In November of 2012, I spent five days in Scotland. I was studying abroad in Ireland at the time and so it was easy enough to pop on over and spend a long weekend exploring. I remember imagining it would be just like Ireland; rolling green hills, charming locals, rain, and more green hills. And while Scotland was certainly abundant with these characteristics, I was blown away by how different it ended up being from its neighbor across the water.

Almost upon arrival, I was overcome by the mysticism and romance of the country. Certainly part of this had to do with the look of Scotland; majestic hills of unnamed colours, lochs of seemingly infinite depths and mysteries, cities and villages capable of transporting visitors back in time. Scotland looked the part of any 17th century movie set. But in actuality, it was the air itself that captured me right away. It was heavy, somber. It whispered tales of hardship and atrocity in the Highlands and cities alike. I had known almost nothing of the country's history before stepping foot on its soil yet I was overcome with the weight of its past which settled deeply into my heart and bones.

I fell in love with Scotland instantly.

For the last two and a half years, my return to Scotland has fed an infinite number of daydreams and I've hatched many a plan to revisit the place I fell hard and fast for. It's been an ache I've been unable to ignore, a physical pull on my whole being.

Recently, I made the decision to quit my job and move to Colorado. It only made sense to fit a trip to Scotland into this transitional period of my life.

I will be flying out of Denver International Airport on May 13th and arriving in Edinburgh, Scotland on May 14th. For the two weeks that follow, myself and a likely bursting-at-the-seams backpack will be traversing the Scottish landscape. With a rail pass, I'll be traveling with no set schedule, just a faint outline of what I'd like to see, keeping myself open to local suggestions and that same pull that will have guided me there to begin with.

I will then be meeting up with my two best friends for a week of fast-paced, jam-packed, exploration, likely on little sleep.

Whatever happens, I am beyond thankful for this opportunity. I believe it will be a much needed time of healing and restoration for my heart, mind, and soul. May I be open and receptive to all that comes my way.

All the best,