Andy Travels Monday, Monday, Monday Part 3
Benbulben
Benbulben Mountain outside Sligo, Ireland
An excerpt from An Irish Road Trip ’08
The Players: Just me in some solo action
Location: Benbulben Mountain, Ireland
Benbulben: the tabletop mountain that inspired the likes of famous Irish poet W.B. Yeats and the setting of resonant Irish history and folklore the same. My favorite story is that of Diarmaid and the wild boar of Benbulben. They ended up killing each other atop the extraordinary peak, which has to suck for Diarmaid – meeting your end at the hands of a bear, or tiger or shark might be kinda cool to tell your buddies in heaven, but a pig…”What are you in for?” – “Oh, I got stuck by a pig”…has to be demeaning, doesn’t it? But I digress…
Finding the starting point was a little tricky as what should have took 10 minutes took me about an hour and a half in my sporty Toyota Yaris – but the sun was shining and getting lost in the foothills along the west coast of Ireland isn’t a bad gig in itself.
The Toyota Yaris soakin up that Irish sunshine
Eventually the road ran out and I could only assume this is where the walk up Benbulben would begin. The sun had begun to lose its luster under the cover of some fairly nasty clouds, but the optimist in me said that they were no big deal. So I trotted onward grabbing glances here and there at the coast which unfolded behind me.
The first rain-hale-snow mix came in quick and caught me a bit off guard as an icy projectile collided with my cheekbone – luckily the episode only lasted 2-3 minutes. So you’d think the next 5-6 wintery downfalls that followed the first would be enough call it a day. On the contrary, it was actually pretty cool trudging on through them. I was getting the total package as first the wind would pick up, then those treacherous dark clouds would rush to the piste of Benbulben, the hale was usually next, followed by a nice snowy-rain conglomeration lasting about 5 minutes at a time – after which that brilliant Irish sunset would force its way back to view. The full range of weather conditions repeated over and over again was such a strange phenomenon to me that I couldn’t help but to soak it all up – both literally and figuratively.
Atop Benbulbin, a true travel gem...
From the top you could easily spot the menacing cloud clusters flying in from the Atlantic. The dark skies would crash into Benbulben and continue on past with no sign of slowing down. In the distance, the sunset nonchalantly painted an awe-inspiring skyline as it thrust brilliant rays through the oncoming clouds in varying directions. It’s too bad because it doesn’t seem to happen too often these days,
Irish Countryside in all its glory
but as I stood there quietly – all by my lonesome for the first time since leaving home – all my worries seemed to fade away. All those feelings of anxiety, stress, nervousness, regret, obligation, and fear that have the tendency to lurk on the edge of consciousness and weigh down our daily lives completely fell off the top of that peak. It had been quite the Monday, and right there, in that moment overlooking Yeats County, I felt completely content with my time and place in the world.
