A 3 1/2 hour train ride from Dublin takes us to Tralee where we begin our Dingle Way hike. We felt Covid Comfortable since the train was not crowded and we always had a section to ourselves.
Our taxi driver from the train to our B&B was a gregarious Irishman who told us how to tell the weather on the Dingle Peninsula. “If you can see clouds and mist on the mountains, it’s going to rain. If you can’t see the mountains, it’s raining.” His taxi was a silver Prius, like the one Sara used to drive. He said it was shipped from Japan, so the GPS system keeps telling him that he is somewhere in Osaka.
The plan was to hike from Tralee to Camp tomorrow, but the forecast called for lots of rain. Francis from “Ireland: Walk, Bike, Hike” said they could drive us back and over the road section on the next day so we could avoid road walking and spend less time in persistent rain. Good Idea!
After a generous dinner at a Tralee pub, the afternoon was overcast but still dry, so we walked the first three miles of the hike, out of town, down a long canal, to an old historic windmill in Blennerville, and then back. The first three miles walked aleady.
We needed to pack a lunch for the next day’s hike, since there’s no place for a food stop on the way. So we headed back into town, but we were too late. At 6:20, the pubs no longer served food, and even the grocery store deli would no longer make sandwiches. So Sara bought bread, cheese, ham & salami to make sandwiches on the road.
Thus we learned some lessons, and prepared to hike on a rainy day.
