ireland

Hiking Benbulbin

“It would be fun to go hiking,” she said, and the wheels began to turn.

Where to go, previously unexplored, yet accessible by public transit?

The famous Benbulbin, overlooking Sligo Town, eventually came out as top choice for a January adventure. Plans were set and some of us arrived in Sligo from Athlone via Longford, others from Ennis via Galway.

From the Bus Éireann station in Sligo, we took the 64 towards Donegal. The driver was kind enough to drop us at the junction on the N15 from which we could walk up a quiet road to the Gortarowey Forest car park. Passing by evergreens and surprisingly large rabbits, overshadowed by Benbulbin’s cloud-draped ridge, we came to a fence at the far end of the forest. We climbed over and began to make our way towards the summit.

Heading towards the gully from the far corner of the Gortarowey Forest

Heading towards the gully from the far corner of the Gortarowey Forest

The maps I had found online indicated we could go straight to the top through a gully in the ridge, but as we approached the base of the rock face, still wet from the morning rain, we decided against it - without ropes, a single misstep could be disastrous.

Turning towards the northeast, beyond the ridge face, where the steep terrain grew even steeper and the sheep glared at us for interrupting their bucolic day, we continued upwards.

Despite the smooth, grassy, even terrain, even this part of the journey seemed increasingly dangerous. A misplaced step could lead to a long and painful roll many meters down the mountain slope.

This was intentional. No lads or sheep were harmed.

This was intentional. No lads or sheep were harmed.

Half of us made it up above the ridge, where the wind began to howl ferociously. Celebrating victory, we looked northeast towards Benwiskin, then turned back south to find Benbulbin’s summit. There, at 526 meters above sea level, we found a simple pillar, and took photographs.

Delighted to reach another summit!

Delighted to reach another summit!

We attempted to hide from the wind, sheltered by the bank of a crater in the bog, but the cold soon got the better of us. Abandoning plans to walk out along the plates to Ben Bulben’s western point, we began to make our way down the southwestern slope - the terrain more difficult, but far less steep than our ascent. For you future explorers - we recommend this route!

From the ridgeline looking towards Benwiskin

From the ridgeline looking towards Benwiskin

Following a stream, we came to a gap in the fence and found ourselves once again on a country road, passing farms and holiday homes. Rejoining the rest of our party, we decided to walk the ten kilometers back to Sligo, as no bus was due to pass through for another 2.5 hours.

Exhausted, we celebrated with pizza at Bistro Bianconi, happy to have had the adventure.


Planning your Hike to Benbulbin

There are very few clear trails on the mountain, and you will likely have to make your own way, dodging sheep droppings and ankle-twisting holes hidden by bog grasses.

Wear sturdy waterproof shoes!

Budget approximately 4 to 5 hours to hike to the summit, wander the plateau, and return.

Bring lots of water and even an emergency blanket in case of hypothermia-inducing conditions.

It can be very windy, and weather can change quickly.

If taking public transit (Bus Eireann 64 towards Derry), ask the driver to drop you here. Check the schedule so you know when pickup will be! We discovered there are few buses during midday.

If driving, you can part at the Gortarowey Forest car park.

I suggest walking along the road to the gap in the fence and walking up along the stream as seen in the map below. This hill has the gentler ascent of the two, with no need for rock climbing gear.

1. Junction on the N15 for dropoff from Public Transit. 2. Gortarowey Forest Car Park. 3. Turn off the road here and follow a dirt road and then a stream up the mountain for the least steep ascent.

1. Junction on the N15 for dropoff from Public Transit. 2. Gortarowey Forest Car Park. 3. Turn off the road here and follow a dirt road and then a stream up the mountain for the least steep ascent.

Remember, it may be very windy on the plateau, and the weather changes fast! Bring appropriate wind and raingear.

Leave no trace: pack any rubbish with you back to town.

Enjoy your hike and the beautiful views!

Photographing on the southwestern slope, Sligo in the distance beneath the setting sun.

Photographing on the southwestern slope, Sligo in the distance beneath the setting sun.

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County Clare

Camp week has finished.  A wonderful time, and stories for another day.

Sunday, I found myself back in Galway with the American camp counselors and Darren the Dubliner.  The afternoon was spent mostly wandering looking for somewhere to eat, and then an adventure at a castle near Oughterard before a very late dinner at the excellent Powers Thatched Pub. Eat here.  The food is incredible.

Monday, we awoke and headed into Galway town.  The other Americans had not seen it, so a tour of the Latin Quarter, Eyre Square, and the Claddagh commenced.

Never a lack of amazing street entertainment!

Never a lack of amazing street entertainment!

A road trip next, through County Clare.  Narrow country roads fenced by hedges and stone walls, stretching on for miles as the landscape bends with the Atlantic ocean.  Laughter as the other Americans decide Darren and I should star in a bank heist movie together.  Then, we pass an alpaca farm, and Darren slams on the brakes. "Alpacas!  I've never seen them in real life!"  We stop and spend twenty minutes with the herd.  A Frenchman and his two children, Charles and Marguerite, join us.  Little Marguerite, undaunted, runs to the alpacas and attempts to feed them.  They remain cautiously curious.

Alpacas do not like oat cakes, it would seem.

Alpacas do not like oat cakes, it would seem.

Onwards we go, to the Cliffs of Moher.  Our resident Dubliner chides us for incorrectly pronouncing the Cliffs as More.  "It's Mo-HER, lads!"

An unusually sunny yet predictably windy day greets us at the top of the cliffs.  Grateful for the sunshine and powerful winds, we wander slowly along the cliffs, stopping to lay in the grass or photograph another amazing perspective, different enough from the one provided just a few hundred feet before.

Too soon, we must be on our way.  Our journey ends at the bus station in Ennis, from which I head south to begin my next journey in County Kerry.  A heartfelt farewell, complete with car horn honking and excited waving out passenger windows, pushes my fellow travelers back to Galway and then to Dublin for their final two days in this wonderful country.

The adventure continues, and God gives abundant gifts.

All Creation shall sing

All Creation shall sing

Eire Calling

I grew up being told I would study abroad in college.  There wasn't any choice in the matter.  It was going to happen.

Somehow, it was the music of Ireland that called me to that country.  I remember watching the VHS tapes of Michael Flatley's Lord of the Dance in elementary school.  I chose the Chieftains for my seventh grade music class project.  My aunt kept buying me tin whistles and such for Christmas.

It made sense, then, to study there in the fall of 2009.  After fighting my college for the chance to go (mechanical engineers at Virginia Tech rarely go to Ireland to study), I made it to the National University of Ireland, Galway.

A wonderful four months of learning, friendships, and travel. 

Now I go again, invited by one of those friends I made nearly seven years ago. 

Torc Waterfall, Killarney

Torc Waterfall, Killarney

The first week will be an adventure as a camp counselor, walking through the Parables of Jesus with a large group of middle school-aged youngins.  Having spent hardly any time with twelve-year-olds in the past decade, this will be a bit of a jump into some sort of deep end.  Bring it.  I'll be with Nathan and Jenna again, as well as a whole mess of people that will be my friends in just a few days time.

After that, a photography tour.  Hire a car, they say.  Find a hostel, find a pub, find the craic, go on lad, get on with it.  Yes, cheers, thanks a million.  The Ring of Kerry beckons and, should some miracle occur, so do the winding steps of Skellig Michael (book your tour three months in advance, not three weeks, because Star Wars).

A retreat as well.  For the busyness here at home can eat up one's soul, even begin to suffocate it without one knowing.  Step away and breathe again.  Listen to the quiet voice in the wind who has much to say to you, dear child, if you would only pause from your striving and worrying and

simply

listen.

Inishmore, September 2009

Inishmore, September 2009