Encounter with a Hitchhiker

Sunday morning, August 1, 1971. My parents, my sister, and I were on the A82 between Fort Augustus and Inverness, Scotland. We were in the middle of our big family vacation, the first time any of us had gone anywhere by jet, the first time Victoria and I had used a passport to go overseas, the first time we drove on the left-hand side of the road. I was 12 and Victoria was about to turn 10.