Naturally the day after we drive close to 3 hours to see the cliffs the weather was gorgeous. We drove around and found a church a few towns away that had a mass that would be starting soon. Turns out the priest there had been in Mobile, Alabama in the 60s. It was sort of amazing throughout the trip how often people and places we visited had connections to the states. Maybe that shouldn't have been surprising but it was to me.
In the afternoon we headed off to do some shell collecting. The man we rented from suggested one of their favorite beaches and suggested we go up the road through the little "town" of Camp. This road rivaled those in Costa Rica. Driving through mountains makes me so tense my back hurts afterwords. This road about gave me a heart attack. At one point we had to back down a hill to a pullover spot because a car was coming from the other direction and I don't know if two bicycles could've passed each other on this road much less cars. Once we made it through that part of the drive things got a little easier and we found an incredible beach scattered with gorgeous mother of pearl shells. This may be the first time I've ever collected shells in a winter coat.
Once we'd filled our bucket we went off in search of music in the town of Dingle. This involved another terrifying trip on windy mountain roads through the Connor Pass. We noticed people pulled off at one spot and decided to follow suit. People were hiking up the mountain to a prehistoric lake at the top. We were once again assured it was ok for the kids to climb too. The view from the top was spectacular. After another brief stop at an overlook we made it to Dingle. We failed on the music because the band was going to be starting too late for us. Instead we had some beer and ginger ale at O'Sullivan's Courthouse.
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| A view from the top of our little roadside climb |
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| The lake hidden up on top of the rocks |
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| These signs only add to my anxiety |
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| Scenic overlook on Connor Pass |
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