The Places In-Between

Finding serendipity off the beaten path

My wife (left) with fellow travel aboard the Glen Etive in Scotland. Photo: John P. Weiss

I hate flying.

There’s just something utterly unnatural about crowding into a pressurized cylinder with wings, blasting into the sky, hurtling over 500 mph at 36,000 feet, and pretending to relax in cramped quarters for hours on end.