Boughaill, the Comeraghs, and Gougane Barra

Boughaill; the Comeraghs; Gougane Barra…

October 1st, 2006: Boughaill
(in Kerry, right next to Carrauntuohill – the highest peak in Ireland at 1,039 meters)

A suite Australian dude & his found headpiece.
I often wonder how sheep navigate such awkward terrain – well, some don’t & this is evidenced by fresh skeletons like his. Most farms here work as cooperatives, so they put a bit of paint on their sheep to identify who they belong to and then let them roam.

Well, this house must be condemned – but I think there is a lack of eminent domain in Ireland? Anyone capable of explaining this to me a bit better?

Christmas in October.

October 8th, 2006: the Comeraghs: unpictured
This was out in Waterford, near the border of Tipperary & consisted of the wettest, most sickening (as in: causing or inducing sickness; ie. fuck the following week of me nursing the nastiest cough & cold) day I’ve ever had outside.

October 15th, 2006: Gougane Barra

Roddy & Julian & some goddamn James Bond bullshit that went on all day.

Most of my group – the flattest portion, a level ring around a lake.

At least this fog makes for good photographs of people & enhances color.

Looking down towards our descent. Trees are curiously rare; only 6% of Ireland is covered in trees even though the moist & mild climate of Ireland is ideal for rapid tree growth & trees grow at a rate of 3x faster than in mainland Europe.

Are my pictures becoming redundant yet? Where are the people?

I would really like to come back for a long camping trip here.


6 thoughts on “Boughaill, the Comeraghs, and Gougane Barra

  1. those pictures are really good.

    from bantry bay down to derry quay and from galway to dublin town. no maid i’ve seen like the sweet colleen that i met in the county down.

  2. i really enjoy these pictures/updates

    the picture of where you want to camp looks like it’s out of a storybook
    i’m glad you’re having fun!

  3. I always get really excited when I see you’ve posted, as you’re pictures are wonderful.

    I am never disappointed! Funny, I spent all of my adolescence dreaming of urban living but these pictures make me miss the dubyavee mountains all the more. Friends from home who have been to Ireland often report that they felt right at home…

  4. O-ro the rattlin’ bog, the bog down in the valley-o
    O-ro the rattlin’ bog, the bog down in the valley-o

    And in that bog there was a tree, a rare tree, a rattlin’ tree
    With the tree in the bog
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    Now on that tree there was a limb, a rare limb, a rattlin’ limb
    With the limb on the tree and the tree in the bog
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    Now on that limb there was a branch, a rare branch, a rattlin’ branch
    With the branch on the limb and the limb on the tree and the tree in the bog
    And the bog down in the valley-o.

    (Repeat, adding a line each time)
    Now on that branch there was a twig, a rare twig, a rattlin’ twig…..

    Now on that twig there was a nest, a rare nest, a rattlin’ nest…..

    Now in that nest there was an egg , a rare egg, a rattlin’ egg…..

    Now in that egg there was a bird, a rare bird, a rattlin’ bird…..

    Now on that bird there was a feather, a rare feather, a rattlin’ feather …..

    Now on that feather there was a flea, a rare flea, a rattlin’ flea …..

  5. Well, it’s always very encouraging to hear when someone enjoys the picture posts I put up; only on occasion do I get that sort of feedback but it mostly makes it worth it.

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