No room at the inn

We followed the best night ever with the most difficult night of finding a place to stay so far. We begrudgingly left the castle this morning and headed for Dingle Peninsula. Our waitress suggested it instead of The Ring of Kerry. She said it was just as pretty and smaller from a time perspective. We took off and were on our way yet again.

The beginning was by the coast. We made our way around the edge following the coast line for quite a while. We saw a beautiful double rainbow that was brighter than either of us have ever seen. We ended up seeing numerous rainbows throughout the day.

Before we knew it, we were headed up the mountain on what looked like a goat path. The mountain turned into sheer rock and there were streams rushing down the sides of it in numerous places. We came to a point where there was a parking lot. Tony realized there was a mountain lake at the top of a short climb, and he wanted to see it. There was a fine mist and I wasn't looking forward to getting wet. He insisted.

I knew climbing up was going to be easier than the climb down. The rocks were slippery and wet. Some of the rocks were bigger and we had to pull ourselves up and over them. But the lake at the top was gorgeous. And looking back down the gauley from the top was so pretty. There were three our four pools of water that were below. And I was right, the climb down was more difficult. But we made it injury free and continued up the goat trail.

When we topped the mountain and headed down the other side, the rocks were covered with green grass. We are always so amazed at how one side of a mountain has one scenery and just as quick it changes. We headed to the coast on the other side and found cliffs again. Not as impressive as Moher, but beautiful nonetheless.

We wound around to a seaside town where they drive right out onto the sand. There was a fishing competition going on, but we never saw anyone catch anything. We saw surfers in wet suits in 60 degree weather. We ate at the restaurant our morning's waitress had suggested. I had mentioned to Tony that we could stay there for the night, but he didn't take the bait.

We got in the car and drove on. We headed for The Gap of Dunloe. When we got there, they had the road closed for repairs. Tony was not happy. He wanted to stay until they were done for the night, but it turned out a piece of equipment broke down and it wasn't in the cards. He was NOT happy yet again.

It took some convincing, but he agreed to drive on to the next adventure. We headed to Cork to find a room. I thought for sure we'd find a place easily. That didn't work out. We finally came to a town that had a hotel. We passed it on the first go round so we had to make our way back. Tony had some sort of brain fart and decided to drive on the right side of the road at an intersection. Fortunately, he realized his mistake quickly, and we avoided any calamity. We're happy to be in our room even if it isn't a castle!

Tomorrow we go to kiss the Blarney stone. I'm sure we'll find yet another adventure and beautiful view. It's seems there aren't any shortage of those here even if we couldn't find a B&B tonight.