After waking up at 5:30pm hungover as hell from going to bed at noon, we decided it was time to get some fresh air. I have said and heard that expression a million times but never really understood the term "fresh air" until we got to the peaks of lake Navar. You start out headed up a one way 6 mile road through perfectly planted pine trees on both sides that are so big the branches almost touch overhead and block out the sun. As we made our way out of the forest section the scenery becomes more and more beautiful. Hundred mile views on both sides, the bogs and fields are so green you can see every movement from all types of wildlife and the biggest, bluest sky you could ever imagine. By the time we made it to the top of the windy way it was sometime around 8:30pm which is just in time for an amazing sunset. The last stretch of road before it opens up to a small stone parking lot is a straight away through rows of pines that looks like your going to drive off the end of the earth. The view from the top is offensive...to the left, the Atlantic ocean "next stop Montauk." Straight ahead is a mash up of lakes and tributaries to the ocean with a view of Ireland as far as the eye can see. To my right, green, that's the only words i have to describe the mountainous landscape are beautiful and green. And behind me, a forest so perfect that it looks like Bilbo Baggins could walk out from behind a tree at any second...literally. Along the steepest part of the little viewing area is a 2 post handrail with slanted tops that make them nearly impossible to balance on, especially half-juiced but we had to try. We did some crane kicks and crouching tiger posses and off course Drummy took one stretch a little too far, slipped of the railing, tripped down the stairs and landed face first in a pile of pricker bushes like a torpedo. After i realized he was alright we both laughed ourselves to tears, and be under no illusions it was a legit fall that could have been very bad! Its the kind of place that no photograph can do justice although i have created a slideshow to try. The ride down was just as much fun and its actually used for rally car races in the spring, needless to say we had to put the ol' 5 speed to the test! "That didn't feel like 165mph?" Drumm: "That's kilometers you idiot!" No different than in America logging is a problem in Ireland as well. They replant a tree for every one they cut down but it still has an effect on nature and to see a place that amazing being hacked at is a sin. I took the liberty of lubricating the door handle to the logging truck Americano style.
A serious thank you to Mark Drumm and Vincey Bullion for playing tour guides and showing me the best of Irelands beauty.
Rock the free world!
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