Rainbows and Layers of Green in Ireland

Early Fall, we traveled to London for a work event and then C and I hopped over to Ireland on Thursday evening to spend the weekend.

After a short two hour flight, we landed in Dublin and the immigration agent asked us where we would be staying. "Athlone", we responded. "Athlone? Why Athlone? There's nothin' in Athlone." Apparently, the guy's never been to Athlone! It was the perfect home base for two full day excursions to the east and the west coasts.

We took our Parrot Bebop II drone with us and to our delight, Ireland is super drone (UAV) friendly! I hope you enjoy this video post!

 Welcome to Athlon, ireland!

Welcome to Athlon, ireland!

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Lovely Athlone!

If you like rainbows, castles, ancient Irish pubs, and friendly people, then Athlone has got it all! It's also situated smack in the middle of Ireland, with the West and East coasts about a two hour drive in either direction. It's the perfect starting point for daily car excursions (once you get the hang of driving on the opposite side of the road!). And after a full day of driving and site-seeing, it's also a wonderful place to rest, relax and refuel. We stayed at the Sheraton, thanks to our wonderful #SPG points and the hotel was excellent! 

 Beautiful rainbows in athlon, ireland

Beautiful rainbows in athlon, ireland


Road Trip from Athlone to East Coast of Ireland

We ventured out early the next day, driving about an hour on the major highway east before turning onto local roads. Driving on the local roads in Ireland is nothing short of a constant adrenaline rush. We rented the tiniest car I have ever squeezed into and it would not be an exaggeration to say it barely fit in the lane lines of the local roads. Local roads have no shoulder; on the left (by the driver) is usually a wall of close-cropped hedges and there's about a two inch leeway on the right hand side before one veers precariously into the other lane. Each time we approached an oncoming car, I prepared myself for the surely-inevitable side-swipe. Fortunately, it never happened. But I considered it a small miracle to arrive at each destination unscathed. 

Wicklow National Park, Ireland and Glendalough Monastery

Our destination on the East Coast was Wicklow National Park, about an hour south of Dublin and the location of several commercial films, including Braveheart and Excalibur. The primitive Fall scenery was a gorgeous mix of dense forest greens and yellow fields of tall grass dotted with sheep. We spent most of the day exploring Glendalough Monastery, founded by St. Kevin in the 6th century. At this site, an ecclesiastical village of Christian monks prayed, taught and lived for centuries until the Normans destroyed the monastery in 1214 A.D. We explored the tiny village town, wandered through the ancient cemetery and chapel, and then found ourselves on a wide trail. We followed the small crowd of fellow visitors past a boggy forest to a pristine lake carved by advancing glaciers during the Ice Age. From the lake, a series of trailheads beckon "hill walkers". We hiked up an aggressive hill, following a fast-rushing, narrow waterfall through towering evergreens. The ground was a soft and bouncy bog, lovely on the feet! The path was a small section of the Wicklow Way, a long distance trail that takes about a week to traverse the valley, and comprises a portion of St. Kevin's Way, a pilgrim path that starts at Glendalough. We added those trails to our walk-about bucket list for the future.

Leaving Glendalough after lunch, we drove to the small port town of Wicklow to visit the ancient ruins of the Black Castle on the sea coast. The wind was whipping, but the sun was shining. We traipsed over the vibrant green fields of grass and explored the small rocky beach. Signs explained that the castle was built by the Normans during the middle ages, after 1100 A.D. It was constantly under attack by warring clansmen and was destroyed in 1301. The ruins remain.

Before heading back to Athlon, we made a last minute stop at Mount Usher Gardens arboretum, which is famed for its "robinsonian" informal gardens. We arrived about 30 minutes before the park was closing, so we were rather rushed. Visiting in late Fall, the garden was definitely not at its peak, but we still enjoyed the variety of trees, water plants, and the pop of color remaining from late-blooming flowers. It would be worth visiting in the Spring and Summer, but I felt it was over-priced in the Fall.

Our return trip to Athlon took us through Sally Gap, with astounding views of Wicklow mountains, glens, wide open fields of heather and grass, and glacier-carved lakes. 


Road Trip Along a Portion of the Wild Atlantic Way

The West Coast of Ireland is famous for its dramatic cliffs, rocky shorelines, and massive wave action! This is prime scenery for aerial drone videography! Our driving excursion today was along a portion of the Wild Atlantic Way (WAW), the world's longest defined coastal driving route. It is superbly well-marked and easy to follow.

We picked up the trail near Galway, after a short stop in Kinvarra to visit Dunguaire Castle. Then we drove through tiny weather-beaten towns and brightly colored tourist villages to The Burrens in Fanore and Lisdoonvara. This national park is like a trip to the moon, with an alien landscape of limestone and black rock - rock hills, rock beaches, rock cliffs. Despite the lack of soil, cattle thrive here on tufts of thick sweet grass and shrub. We continued driving south to the famous Cliffs of Mohr, a must-see UNESCO heritage site. Here we walked along the Doolin Trail along the cliff top from the visitor center to the end of the promontory. After popping into the visitor center for a bit, we then drove to Lehinch Beach in Clare County to watch the surfers catch a few last rides before the approaching storm. Miles to go before we sleep, our final destination was Loop Head in Kilrush. Personally, I thought this was even more spectacular than the Cliffs of Mohr and we had the entire peninsula to ourselves! Atop the high cliff, the wild winds from the Atlantic whipped across the grassy plain and huge waves crashed with enormous ferocity. It was THRILLING! We enjoyed dinner in Kilrush and then drove back to Athlon, vowing to return to Ireland to complete the Wild Atlantic Way trail