The next day, we were off again, only this time, Sherrylynn and I got front seats in the van! I hadn't minded being in the back of our 9 passenger vehicle until now, but boy, did the world ever come alive through that big, wide, clear windshield. I could roll my window down and see everything! True to style, it wasn't long before I spotted something that made my heart stop, and consequently, so did the van.
On the side of the road, set back a bit, were the remains of an old stone church covered in vines and ivy. It was a sight for sore eyes (or in this case, throat) and our driver, now being close enough to physically feel my excitement, obliged me. (This was one of the main benefits of being in the front - it was so much easier to convince Ron to stop at obscure sights on the side of the road when us two girls were squealing right in his ear. He may have consented merely to shut us up, but whatever the reason, it worked!)
Lochcarron Old Burial Ground has many pre-1855 stones and the old church itself is circa 1751. (um... wow!!!) This stop was in my top three experiences of the entire trip. I loved meandering through the stones, reading the inscriptions, but the icing on the cake came when I rounded the big stone wall of the church to discover that there were grave stones erected within the old church walls. I have been dreaming of places like this my whole life, but to discover one was truly an enchanting experience.