Without boat or road access, two hikers crested the point of entry for their first glimpse of Loch Coruisk held in the palm of the mighty Cuillin Hills. Unfortunately, the thick fog obscured the lofty mountain peaks, but visibility was clear beneath the low-lying fog. Without penetrating sunlight, the water-sheened, black-purple rocks between the colored grasses lent an eerie, sinister air to the engulfing calm. One felt the strange need to whisper.
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