Everybody at our dinner table tonight agreed that today we experienced a couple of definite “WOW!” moments. Driving around and through Ireland is a bit like exploring an expanded Colonial Williamsburg... historically important and interesting, but hardly surprising. Ireland is mostly what I expected: clean, green, fertile. I like it.
Today we visited a World Heritage site, The Giant’s Causeway. A basalt rock formation that looks like a great field of giant, perfect hexagonal pillars formed many millions of years ago by volcanic action. The ancient Irish believed they were formed by the giant warrior Finn MacCool. I’m not making it up. Mac Cool was cool. He fell in love with a giant maiden on the island of Staffa (Scottish) and built a causeway so he could get to her. The causeway doesn’t go far, but it is spectacular. Wow!





A second “WOW” was my reaction when our bus was detoured down a road above the sea that got narrower and narrower as we drove along it. We were turned off the main road by a police roadblock... and this being Northern Ireland, home to some folks who have been known to blow up things... we wondered what was happening farther down the main highway. Our slim road dead ended on a narrow spot above the surf. Incredibly, the driver managed to wiggle the bus around so we could head back in the other direction and try another route to get to Bally Gally where we had reservations for the night. We got there an hour later than when we were expected.


Peter...manning the battlements.