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Brothers Padraig and David Hanley of Ceann Mara Boats. Thanks for the great ride into Kenmare!
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Brothers Padraig and David Hanley of Ceann Mara Boats. Thanks for the great ride into Kenmare!
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Today we hiked into Killarney, to complete the Kerry Way. Then we picked up a rental car and drove to the village of Dingle, on the next peninsula to the north.
After touring the town of Dingle, we drove out to the western end of the peninsula, on what is called the Slea Head Drive, to catch part of the sunset.
Later, we checked out Saturday night in Dingle. We had a great dinner on the marina. And we hit several pubs with live entertainment. In particular, The Dingle Pub had a trio of twenty-something lads on guitar, banjo, and accordion that just … kicked … butt!
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After a drive along The Burren, and a stop in Galway for shopping and lunch, on the right is Trim Castle, first built in 1152.
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On the left, Trim Castle Hotel, our digs for the night.
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The lavabo at the ruins of Mellifont Abbey.
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The weather conditions were beautiful on our fifth day of hiking on the Camino dos Faros. But soon after I took this photo, the trail conditions turned dramatically more dangerous.
The steeples of El Santuario de la Virgen da Barca (The Sanctuary of our Virgin of the Sea), at Punta da Barca ou de Xavina near Múxia just past sunset, as the fishing fleet heads out to sea.
This is the Faro de Cabo Vilán. It was a great start to another great day of hiking.
From the end of our second day on the Camino dos Faros, this photo shows carved granite crucifixes that stand at the lighthouse Punta de Roncudo. The 20 minutes that we were able to spend here before darkness fell were absolutely breathtaking.
The oldest operating lighthouse in the world, this is el Torre de Hércules (the Tower of Hercules). Standing on a bluff extending from the city of A Coruña, this working monument served as the starting point for our adventures on the northwest coast of Spain.
This entry briefly describes our hike from Palas de Rei to Melide (pronounced, “Melid-e”), and it shows photos we took of some sights along the way.
In this entry I describe elements of my journey to Palas de Rei, Spain, my first encounters with new friends, and I show photos from my brief bike trip to see a local 14th century castle.
Okay, so my buddies from grade school and I just turned 60 – not a big deal. I mean, it isn’t like we need to go out and reestablish our dominion over all creatures great and small. We’ve done that to death! But it did seem like a reasonable occasion just to get together and engage in some intellectually stimulating conversation over libations, and also stir up a little low-key competition of the sportsman variety.
To address the occasion, our friends Chris and Betty invited us down to their new place in Tallahassee, Florida for an extended weekend, which would include a lovely birthday/retirement/welcome-to-Tallahassee party for Chris and his friends at a historic Tallahassee manor house, some quality time at some of the nations finest beaches, and in a tribute to days gone by, offshore fishing, and CONSUMPTION OF THE SPOILS!
So, turning three score ain’t half bad!
On December 7, 2017, at the end of my week of West Coast business, Patty flew in from Washington, DC to meet me at San Francisco International Airport, landing at about 9:00 pm. From there, we took the last flight up to Arcata, California, 280 miles to the north, where we would spend the weekend visiting our son, Ian.
Even though my long-awaited Nikon D850 Full-Frame Digital SLR camera had just been delivered at home that week, I didn’t ask Patty to drag it along with her. So, I was left with only my iPhone 5 to record a very nice weekend in Northern California.
This post provides an overview for the trip we took to Quebec City, Canada with our neighbors, Bo and Peggy, in the early fall of 2017. The subsequent posts provide a summary for each of the eight days of our trip.
Photo Notes: This is a view of Quebec City, Canada, looking north from the bike path on the eastern shore of the Saint Lawrence River.
This is downtown Trois-Rivieres, Canada. It may not look like it, but this town was hopping.
Photo Notes: The corner of Rue Notre Dame Centre and Rue des Forges, Trois-Rivieres, Canada.
We spent our first full day in Canada, Sunday, October 1, 2017, touring the upper city, and then driving to Isle d’Orleans to look for some of my dead relatives ;-). That night we came back and had our 35th anniversary dinner at one of the best restaurants in Quebec.
Photo Notes: This is the view looking northeast from the Observation Tower at the northeast end of Isle d’Orleans. The plot of land shown once belonged to Joseph “The Woodcock” Bonneau and his wife Madeleine Duchesne, who were my 8th great grandparents.
Photo Notes: Montmorency Falls, just north of Beauport, Canada.
Photo Notes: Looking South on Rue du Cul de Sac (aptly referred to as Umbrella Alley) in Old Quebec City, Canada
Patty’s Camino Francés adventure during September-October 2016 got us hooked on long distance hiking. At the end of that trip, we were having drinks on the patio of the Hotel Playa de Estorde in Cee, Spain, when we struck up a conversation with a couple of guys who had also just finished the Camino de Santiago Compostela. One of them, whose name was Kent, was from Scotland, and so I asked him, “What is the best hike in Scotland, and when is the best time of year to do it?”. He said that the best hike in Scotland is from Glasgow, north to Fort William, along the 96-mile West Highland Way (WHW), and the best time to do it is before the last week in May, because that’s when the midges come out. With further conversation, it was clear to me that this guy knew what he was talking about. And so we filed this away, and started musing about our next adventure.
This post is the first of 18 (in forward chronological order) that together describe the trip we took to Scotland in the late spring of 2017, and which included our hike along the WHW. In these posts you will find details and lessons learned regarding the photographic and travel aspects of our trip. Many of the photos in these posts simply provide a photographic record. Those which I consider to be some artistic quality will be included in the Portfolio section of this website, in this case under the category Travel.
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The featured image for this post shows the view looking northwest from the West Highland Way (WHW) on the eastern face of Meall a’ Bhuiridh (‘Hill of the Bellowing of Stags’), in the Scottish Highlands, on approach to the village of Kingshouse (approximately 1-1/4 miles off towards the right, and 210 ft below). Kingshouse took its name after British troops were billeted there following the Battle of Culloden, which took place on April 16, 1746, on Culloden Moor, near Inverness. It was at the Battle of Culloden that 1500-2000 Jacobites and approximately 300 British troops lost their lives in the Jacobites’ failed attempt to return the House of Stuart to the British crown after the death of Queen Anne. Kingshouse was our final destination for the hiking portion of this trip, 24 miles short of the WHW terminus at Fort William.
The foreground shows a WHW marker post standing in a field of dormant heather. The symbol on the post is that of a thistle flower within a hexagon. The prickly purple thistle was adopted as the Emblem of Scotland during the rein of Alexander III (1249 -1286). Legend has it that an Army of King Haakon of Norway, intent on conquering the Scots, had landed at the Coast of Largs at night to surprise the sleeping Scottish Clansmen. In order to move more stealthily under the cover of darkness, the Norsemen removed their footwear. As they drew near to the Scots, one of Haakon’s men stepped on a thistle and shrieked out in pain, alerting the Clansmen of the advancing Norsemen, and allowing them to seize the day.
In the center of this photo, at distance, is Glen Coe (valley of the River Coe), which is considered one of the most spectacular and beautiful places in Scotland. Twelve miles down the glen lies Glencoe village at Loch Leven, site of the February 1692 Massacre of Glencoe, where 38 men from Clan Donald were killed by their British military guests, and another 40 women and children died of exposure after their homes were burned. This action was based on the perceived delay in the clan’s taking an oath of allegiance to the King of England in return for pardon for their role in the Jacobite uprising (Leaders of the British troops were ultimately punished.). Glen Coe was formed by a retreating ice age glacier, leaving the entrance flanked by Buachaille Etive Mor (‘The Great Herdsman of Etive’, summit at 3,353 ft) on the left, which the Scottish Mountaineering Club lists as one of Scotland’s 282 ‘munros’, or mountain summits over 3,000 ft, and the Aonach Eagach ridge on the right.
I give you all this detail to illustrate that, even a photo as simple as this may have an epic story to tell. As a photographer, my challenge is to stimulate you to explore such images, and to tickle your curiosity as to the story that lies behind them. Enjoy my attempts at doing so.
On Saturday, May 6th, we took an evening flight from Washington Dulles International Airport (IAD) to Newark International Airport (EWR), and then from there we had an overnight connection to Edinburgh, Scotland.
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The featured photo for this post is just the Edinburgh sign at the airport. I guess we were pretty excited, because we ended up with the same photo from about six different angles.