Day 14
After another calorically challenging breakfast, we drove to Westport and stopped for tea and scones at a Main Street bakery. I checked the local book stores for the “Tipperary” book but came away empty handed. Back on the road we stopped at Kylemoor Abbey. For as long as I can remember there's been a large framed poster of the abbey hanging in our guest room. It was enormously gratifying to see the subject of this picture in real scale and in person. I felt a quick rush of nostalgia as well as a pang of sadness thinking about our home back in Arizona's high desert.
Further down the road we stopped at the Connemara National Park. Here we learned about the importance of the bogs and then took a short hike up one of the many park trails. High above the visitor center we sat on a bench for some time overlooking the lake while the distant mountains played tag with the slow moving clouds. It was ten or fifteen minutes before we heard the tell tale shuffle of hikers feet bringing our quiet solitude and reverie to a close.
Back on the road, we reached Oughterard, and spent the night in the Connemara Lake Hotel, the finest establishment this lovely little town has to offer. The Moulin Rouge suite contained a soft and spacious bed surrounded by red velvet walls. Very French. We weren't able to make use of the well furnished sitting room, but it was nice to have the additional space all the same. We settled into bed and were soon swept up in the excitement of the Brazil vs Chile soccer match. Later, while channel surfing, Carol found the movie Serenity had just started. It was one of our old favorites and we thoroughly enjoyed watching the cast of rouges and misfits do battle with the forces of darkness and deceit.
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