flashback: june 10, 2004

the burrens, ireland.

western ireland, 50km from shannon lies a windswept barren landscape. small fissures across the stony ground. i hiked it alone. at one point missing my turn for about a mile and a half. hiking alone, with the jagged outcroppings, i imagined what it would be like to sprain my ankle and lay there in the wasteland. i hadn't seen another person since i got off the bus. i didn't fortunately (though i turned it about once) i also took the precaution of telling the hostel where i would be and to send the dogs out if i didn't return.

it rained in the afternoon, i took refuge in a derelict stone building while it past. made it all the way back, too late for the original bus i wanted to take. too early for the next bus. so i stopped off in a pub having two pints to relax my sore muscles before heading back to doolin.

if i ever go back, there is suppose to be good caving in the area.