In Alabama when somebody talks about a coastal walk, you know they’re going to be in Gulf Shores walking along the sugary white sands in their bathing suit. Coastal walk here in Gleann Colmcille means something quite different.
On Wednesday, the weather was cool and wet, again, especially on the heights, so Tony opted for a walk along the headlands just to the northwest of the village.
I’m sure he sighed heavily when he saw Sean and myself waiting in the parking lot with the others. Slow pokes again. Sean said it seemed to be the natural order.
This walk wasn’t anywhere near as strenuous as the first two, in the beginning, at least.
We saw sea caves.
We saw quartz outcroppings.
We saw rocky areas that looked like they could be on the surface of the moon.
This is our housemate, Elisabeth.
We climbed down rock faces. Well, some of us did.
We were going back by the beach, but the tide was in and we had to tromp through a farmer’s cow pasture. That was the steep part on this walk and while sheep are prolific, um, poopers, they got nothin’ on cows.
My boots stayed in the car all night. I hope they don’t charge us the extra fee for cleaning it out.
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