Aside from a few shops that sold plaids of clans in the area, woolen clothing and souvenirs, the town itself had little of interest to tourists. They inquired at a hotel and learned that the hike up to the bluff to the ruins of an old castle was somewhat strenuous but the ruins and view of Loch Lomand were worth the climb. The marina at the far edge of town had boats and bicycles for rent.
Janet gave her tight-lipped, scowling opinion: “I don’t think any of us should be doing something strenuous. We’re just not in shape yet.” As usual, no one paid any attention.
Jean, Mary and Janet elected to stay in the village to shop and rest while the MacFarlanes and Lon climbed to the castle. Albert and Harry walked to the marina to check out the boats and bicycles. A breeze and sunlight spread a blanket of diamonds on the water. Along the docks, lines of sail boats and motor launches testified to the owners’ affluence. Farther along Albert found a couple of row boats pulled up on the beach. One with a hardwood hull and a prow on both ends appealed to him. It was the size that one person could handle it easily. He told an employee that he rowed for his college team and wanted to get in some time on the water.