Whenever I want a taste of traditional Scotland, I come to its northernmost reaches, where wild, severely undulating terrain is punctuated by lochs (lakes) and islands. The Highlands are filled with magic and mystery. And the islands, in particular, are where Scottish dreams are set — mountainous, uninhabited, scenic and romantic. On these remote outposts of Scottish life, mist drifts across craggy hillsides, grizzled islanders man the drizzly ferry crossings and midges make life miserable (bring bug spray). Here you’ll find Scottish culture distilled to its most vivid and traditional.

GLOOMY, OTHERWORLDLY CHARM

One of my Scottish friends compares the Hebrides Islands off Scotland’s west coast to malt whiskeys — they’re all made of the same ingredients, but each has its own captivating character. The most accessible are the Inner Hebrides: Mull, Iona, Staffa and Skye — all easily reached by a day trip from the low-key port town of Oban.

The Isle of Mull is Scotland’s third-largest, with 300 scenic miles of coastline. With steep, fog-covered hillsides topped by cairns (piles of stones, sometimes indicating graves) and ancient stone circles, it has a gloomy, otherworldly charm right out of “Game of Thrones.” Bring plenty of rain protection — as my driver said, Mull is a place of cold, wet, windy winters and mild, wet, windy summers.

Another island getaway is Iona, famous as the birthplace of Christianity in Scotland. Though it’s just three miles by 1 1⁄2 miles, it was a center of art and learning back when most of Europe was rutting in the Dark Age mud. While the present abbey, nunnery and graveyard go back to the 13th century, much of what you’ll see here was rebuilt in the 19th century. But with sparkling-white crescents of sand and huge rocks that double as lookouts to the sea, it’s a place perfect for meditation. The island’s only real village, Baile Mor, has shops, a restaurant/pub, a few accommodations, a tiny heritage center — and no bank.

UNINHABITED EXCEPT FOR SEABIRDS

Those more interested in nature than history will enjoy trips to the wildly scenic Isle of Staffa, with the famous basalt columns of Fingal’s Cave — and, in summer, a colony of puffins. Completely uninhabited (except for seabirds), Staffa is a knob of rock draped with a vibrant green carpet of turf. Remote and quiet, it feels like a Hebrides nature preserve.

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The Isle of Skye, the largest of the Inner Hebrides, is Scotland’s second-biggest island but has only about 13,000 residents, roughly a quarter of whom live in the main village, Portree. Skye, with a name that comes from the Old Norse for “The Misty Isle,” has some of Scotland’s best scenery: a coastline ruffled with peninsulas and sea lochs curving around craggy, black, bald mountains and rolling fields scattered with stony homes. You can walk across a desolate bluff to a lighthouse at the end of the world, visit a distillery to sample a peaty dram of whisky, and learn about the sordid clan history of Skye — where the MacLeods, MacDonalds, Mackenzies, and Macraes tussled for centuries.

MORE NORWEGIAN THAN HIGHLANDER

While it takes some effort to reach the Orkney Islands off the north coast of Scotland, it’s worth the trouble. The Orkneys are alluring to adventurous visitors seeking a contrast to the rest of Scotland — with no real tradition for clans, tartans or bagpipes, these islands feel more Norwegian than Highlander. For the sightseer, Orkney has two draws unmatched in Scotland: some of the finest prehistoric sites in northern Europe, and the harbor called Scapa Flow with fascinating remnants of the German fleet scuttled here in the aftermath of World War I. Orkney’s landscape has a wind-scrubbed, pastoral appeal: dramatic sea cliffs ring a mostly flat, bald island, with few trees and lots of tidy farms with gently mooing cows.

Rugged, feisty, colorful Scotland stands apart. With its misty islands, brooding castles, hardy bagpipers and warm culture, no wonder this is a proud nation and an increasingly popular travel destination. But if you go, remember that, as my friend puts it, “the further north and west you go, the more spectacular it becomes.”