We had mountains to the left of us (the Twelve Bens) and mountains to the right of us (the Maumturks) so is it any wonder we got off on the wrong trail? My eyes were on the mountains instead of the trail! Actually, it was the right trail and we walked it again the next day but it was the wrong trail since we wanted to detour to the Lodge where we were spending the night!!
Thank goodness the weather gods were with us so we could take photos. (Note to self - buy a water-proof camera!!) The road between the two mountain ranges was called The Old Stage Road and it wasn't too bad for walking.
People were far and few between, but sheep were plentiful. I felt as though I was walking in a dream.
I'm sturdy, but not that sturdy!
Give me a hot shower and central heating, clean socks :) and a pint or two after a day like today!
It all looks so wonderful, but it wouldn't have been an easy life which might explain all of the empty dwellings.
You can see the road is pretty easy going here.
To the left of us were boggy fields and we got to experience them first hand a little later.
The sheep were right at home.
We did come across one or two farms that looked as though they were prospering, backed by the colourful Maumturks.
It wasn't too far from here where we should have turned left.
But for now we're doing ok, just following the road between the mountains.
More peat. Piles and piles of peat!
We could see some bits of Lake Inagh to our left.
One other farm being worked - I think it was just past here that we went wrong....
We are officially off Stage Road now and following the Western Way trail. We kept looking for the Lodge and walked a good 2-3km hoping upon hope that around the next bend we would see it. No such luck.
We went over to a fence so we'd have something to hold onto and slowly and carefully made our way across the fields. Along the way my shirt caught twice on the barbed wire fence making a few holes. Then we met up with a stream, another barrier to get across somehow.
There's the bridge and Lake Inagh. A couple were stopped at the side of the road taking photos. I asked the woman if she knew where the lodge was but she must have taken me for a "tramp" with my dirty and ripped clothes as she snapped "NO" and got back in her car!
Lake Inagh Lodge - very civilized! Not a great selection of beer but I managed. The bathroom was huge and had a lovely tub!
Just as we arrived it began to sprinkle. Perfect timing.
My socks & sock liners after trying to clean them! Letting them dry. Also tried to wash my rain pants in the bath tub without much luck. I brought some of the bog home with me! I kept the socks but tossed out my ripped shirt. I stuffed my boots with newspaper and then later used the hair dryer to dry them out for the next day.
Thus ended a long day, filled with adventure! More to come!