Ireland

Carrick-a-read Rope Bridge - yes we crossed it.

The Giant's causway - a natually coblestoned beach


Lock-a-somthing Castle. The story was a rich lady had all her friends over for dinner at her castle, built over a cave on the ocean. Perhaps her friends were overweight, or perhaps there were other factors to consider, but regardless, the floor fell out of the dinning room at the party, and they never had another party there again.

Queens square had waterfountains that randomly varied in pressure. We renamed them, "The Gauntlet" and rode our bikes through them.


Again we went off to church. There were two churches to choose from in the area. We traveled long and hard on our bikes and when we were about to give up, and old man on the street corner, who'd probably been waiting for us all night came forward and said "Aye! Ye's lookin' fer the Mormon Church?" He directed us the rest of the way and we arrived on time, and the church was closed. Looked like it was under construction or something. Guess we picked the wrong one. Then we sailed from Ireland that very day and in two weeks arrived in the merry country of New York. Twas a lovely voyage, as they say.