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Back in ‘78 while my sub was doing a refit at the Holy Loch, I managed to get a 3 day weekend and decided to visit Loch Ness. The best way in the world to travel is to get a round trip ticket and start jumping trains that seem to be going in the right direction. I had no idea where Loch Ness was in relation to Holy Loch, but sort of North seemed like a good idea. I ended up at the Inverness train station at about 2:30 AM. Oddly enough there was a cab waiting outside. I jumped in, and the driver asked where I wanted to go, so I told him, “Loch Ness”. He looked at me about the same way anybody would look at a mad yank at 2:30 and said, “Lad, it's a whopping great loch! You'll need to pick a spot.” I figured Urquhart Castle would be the most likely for an all night tourist destination, so we set off. After passing through a very small village who's name I will not even attempt to spell, (If you know the history of the loch, you know where I'm talking about.) the cabbie dropped me off on a 2 lane country road with a small white picket fence, an even smaller sign saying, “Urquhart Castle, Historic ruin”, and a dirt path leading downward into darkness. I'm sure the giggle I heard as he drove off was simply my imagination. The first thing I noticed was that it was dark, I'm talking dark like the inside of a goat. There was no second thing I noticed, it was way too dark for that. However, in the end it was worth every last second. I got to watch a Spring Sunrise over Loch Ness. Maybe there is a monster, maybe there's not, but the glory of that morning will be with me for the rest of my life. Sometimes the things we find when we are looking for something else are the finest things of all.