A view of the round tower at the monastic ruins at Glendalough, Ireland looking towards the Upper Lake
Just one of many, many ancient Roman ruins in Sicily.
Tuesday it was time to say farewell to Kinsale and head west, to the fabled Ring of Kerry. Again, we had plans for spending the next two nights in one place: Kilarney. With an early-enough start, we were able
to drive much of the Ring on Tuesday, traveling clockwise so as to avoid following the tour buses. Here it is time to point out that driving in Ireland
is not for the faint of heart. The roads are very narrow, one lane in each direction hemmed in on either side by a stone fence or a hedge, yet marked as 100 km/h (about 60 mph). Often you have buses or trucks coming at you from the other direction that are wider than their lanes. I realized that this is why all the buses go the same direction around the Ring of Kerry (clockwise): otherwise, they would never be able to pass one another. Then there are driveways, and people come
to a complete stop to turn left into a driveway and there is no way to go around them. I'm sure it does not help that so many of the other drivers are Americans, just as inexperienced as I am in driving on the left side of the road. There is no theme park ride as terrifying as taking one of those blind curves quickly and having a vehicle suddenly materialize, coming at you from the other direction, seemingly on the wrong side of the road. "EEEEP!" was a frequent exclamation on this trip. Anyway, the beautiful views of the fields and cliffs and sea were just incomparable,
with yet another beautiful scene just around the next bend. Stopping for ocean vistas and to explore ring forts and castle ruins quickly filled the day, and it was after dark when we
rolled into Killarney and checked into our hotel. A short walk brought us to the Danny Mann pub, just in time to get a great table for dinner and a live music performance by The Irish Weavers, a traditional Irish folk music group that puts on a very entertaining show.
Wednesday we woke to beautiful blue skies and sunshine. This was our day to explore the Dingle Peninsula. We were scheduled to meet Tim Collins, who runs Sciuird Archaeological Tours, at 10:30 in Dingle. Thankfully we got an early start, as we were hardly out of Killarney when we ran into a road construction detour. Or at least a roadblock indicating that our chosen route was closed. We ended up driving here, there and everywhere on backroads trying to find
our way back to the main highway, but eventually we made it with all of about three minutes to spare. Tim drives a sixteen-passenger van, so the group is small and flexible, and he gives a very informative and enjoyable tour, with time to get out and explore the
sights and even stop for tea along the way. The sights on the Dingle Peninsula are every bit as beautiful as on the ring of Kerry, and it was great to be able to enjoy them with local commentary. We joined one of the other couples on the tour for lunch afterwards in Dingle and swapped travel stories. On the way back to Killarney, we had to stop at the Inch Strand, a beautiful and inviting stretch of beach that seemingly goes forever. It was the middle of October, but I rolled up my pants and waded into the surf and shared the scene with a sparse group of people playing on the beach and surfing the waves. The water was warm enough that I would have gone all the way in had it not been for the fact that I would still have an hour to drive in wet pants.
Thursday was to be our last full day in Ireland. I woke up early enough to go for a run in Killarney National Park, part of which was just across the steet from our hotel. After breakfast we headed first on the road towards
Kenmare, so we could stop and take the tour at Muckross House. Muckross is surrounded by beautiful gardens, and the tour and history of the house are very intersting.
Stops at Torc Waterfall and Ross Castle allowed for more photo opportunities, and then it was time to head back towards Shannon.
Along the way, we stopped in Adare to do a little exploring and enjoy another pub dinner. Adare is a quaint town with several picturesque thatched-roof buildings. We enjoyed a d
elicious Shepherd's Pie and a pint of Guinness, and then it was time to head towards the airport. Our final night was basic lodging at the Park Inn across from the Shannon airport terminal, which made our final departure much less hectic than other trips I've experienced.
We are left with many wonderful memories of this trip, and are already wondering how quickly we can go again. Delicious food, beautiful sights, fun music, informative tours, friendly people, and learning about the history of this unique place. But one of the best experiences was also one of the simplest, as we got to listen in on two locals in a country store as they introduced themselves to each other. I just wish I had had a tape recorder with me, as these two women, formerly strangers, discussed the quality of products in the shop in language that was polite, respectful, and so musical in its quality that it could have been a song.
Old Indian Fort Davis, in Fort Davis, Texas.
We were in Paestum, Italy visiting the three Greek Temples there. I had added Paestum to our itinerary since I didn't think I'd make it to Greece for quite some time, and here was a chance to see the best preserved Greek ruins outside of Greece. It struck me funny that a group of nuns were visiting a place of ancient pagan religious rites. Of course, I did not ask what religion they were, so maybe it was an appropriate stop on their tour. I took the photo on September 25, 2004 during our three week dream trip to Italy.
Shattman commented that the ruins ruined my picture Amargosa Ruins. I did go further up the road a little ways and made this picture of Bare Mountain without any ruins. What a Paleozoic sequence! What a barren mountain range in the Amargosa Desert. The road goes all the way up in the canyon to some old workings by some real tough miners.
This was my second visit after 25 years and still breathtaking.
Wildflowers bloom in the Roman Forum, uncaring of the history of the stones around them.
It is possible to let the kids climb the ruins at Coba, if they are "outnumbered" by agile adults. That's Claudia at top, William, Henry, Kira and Carl.
The Maya ruins at Coba have become very accessible for wheelchairs. My son-in-law, Mike (red shirt), pushed his own chair throughout the paths. The very helpful operators of the "tricycles" easily removed a bench from one, lifted Shannon and her wheelchair onto the platform, and away she went with "pedal-power". That's Claudia at the left, and Grandma behind Mike with the twins and Kira. C-Mac is in the other tricycle waiting for Claudia to resume her seat next to him. Grandpa took the picture.
The Roman Coloseum is so large and there are so many different vantage points for photos.
The ancient castle in Albania was also used as a weapons storehouse. The eerily lit entranceway gives you the strange feeling of a mix between 13th Century Kings and 20th century tanks.
A World Heritage Site, Butrint has Greek, Roman and Byzantine ruins, all piled next to and on top of each other.
Best viewed on full size. The ruined remains of cinder block walls frame the aptly named Bare Mountain in Amargosa Desert, Nevada. This structure was probably part of an abandoned mining effort. The ruin is only about a half mile off of Highway 95 between Beatty and Lathrop Wells. Nye County was built on mining and the minerals extraction industury continues to be a major part of the county's economy, prospering even during the recession. Just up the road (20 miles or so) in Beatty, take a left at the four way stop for Death Valley. Or turn right for Goldfield, Tonopah, and points beyond.