Ireland - Slievenamon
Two weeks ago, I was climbing Slievenamon, aka the Mountain of Women, a many-storied mountain in South Tipperary.
From the castle, it looked like this:
But as soon as you hit the trail, it LOOMS, and the trail goes ever on:
But it never gets terribly steep and you never have to actually climb. That's a good thing, because it's tradition to carry a rock with you to add to the pile. I actually took two (they were small), one for BD, who was under the weather that day and didn't make the climb with us.
Here's one of my rocks, at the top. The other slipped into the cracks in the cairn.
Yeah, I admit it, I didn't lug a boulder. But some people have. Here's a wide-shot of the cairn:
After you walk back down, you can take a look back and say, wow! I was up there. This shot is taken from the ruins at Kilcashel (Kil means church in Irish). The trail is fairly visible, near the trees.
You can bet that a pint of Guiness or Smithwick's or Bulmer's at a tiny pub in Kilcashel village tasted pretty darn good!
From the castle, it looked like this:
But as soon as you hit the trail, it LOOMS, and the trail goes ever on:
But it never gets terribly steep and you never have to actually climb. That's a good thing, because it's tradition to carry a rock with you to add to the pile. I actually took two (they were small), one for BD, who was under the weather that day and didn't make the climb with us.
Here's one of my rocks, at the top. The other slipped into the cracks in the cairn.
Yeah, I admit it, I didn't lug a boulder. But some people have. Here's a wide-shot of the cairn:
After you walk back down, you can take a look back and say, wow! I was up there. This shot is taken from the ruins at Kilcashel (Kil means church in Irish). The trail is fairly visible, near the trees.
You can bet that a pint of Guiness or Smithwick's or Bulmer's at a tiny pub in Kilcashel village tasted pretty darn good!