After touring all ’round Galway on bikes and doing our laundry outside, we packed a few overnight things into our backpacks and boarded a ferry to Inishmore.
I had read about a glamping spot where you could see the ocean and the stars of Ireland. I was super excited about this part of our trip because we would pick up bikes again and tour the island on bikes.
The bikes turned out to be the problematic part. We got them right as we got off the ferry and headed to our glamping spot. Isn’t this the cutest little thing?
It had everything we needed – bedroom, living room, bathroom …
The big doors opened out so you could see the ocean.
And it had a microwave and wine fridge! Perfect because we’d brought a bottle in Steve’s backpack.
After loading up and locking our glamping site, we headed out. We had 24-hours to explore all of Inishmore.
Steve’s bike broke first – a short way into our ride, so we turned around and took it back. We switched it out and rode out again.
Everything you hear about green fields and rock walls in Ireland is true. These cows have the good life for sure!
We climbed higher and higher and at the top of the hill – about 45 minutes into our ride to the first site, my bike broke down. I couldn’t fix it, and Steve couldn’t either. He was furious, but the sweetest gentleman. He had me ride his bike and he used his feet and glided my crippled bike back to the shop. They gave us the money back and dug two new bikes out of the shed. I was kinda pissed because I’d already done all the hard uphill climbing and now had to do it AGAIN, but hey, it was a good workout.
After this, we headed down the hill again toward Dun Aengus Fort, enjoying the sites along the way. Cows and fields and beaches.
The weather was REALLY cooperating with us! At the top of the hill, you could see why this location was ideal for the fort – you could see any ships coming from any direction.
It was time for a snack.
But the very best part was looking over the edge at the swirling water.
We’d brought these things from the main island – dark chocolate digestives. They tasted just like cookies, of course, but the name cracked us up.
Kind of a bleak place now, but it was once a bustling fort.
The colors were amazing, just breathtaking.
This is where you decide you’ll brush your hair when you get back to the mainland. No way a brush is gonna make any headway into this mess!
We headed around the island on the other side – the Galway side – back toward our glamping spot. Some of the prettiest sites ever.
One whole stretch of road there were rock stacks – lots and lots of rock stacks.
Very hard to photograph because they’re all the same color. Fields and fields of rock stacks.
Finally, back to our glamping site – this was a well-deserved bottle. I was so tired!
After a break, we explored the beach across the street from our site. Owen would have lost his mind on this beach – it was packed with perfect shells, little tide pools, and tons of things to see.
We slept well in our little cabin. The next morning, we didn’t have to rush to catch the ferry, so we decided to explore a church ruin we hadn’t gotten to the day before. This day started out like all the others – with a delicious breakfast. This time, chai tea and scone. Real sugar, real butter, real milk.
The day had turned cloudy, but it did nothing to dampen our spirits. Along the way, we found this lovely graveyard overlooking a beach.
We found the sign for the church, tucked our bikes into the bushes and headed up the hill on foot. The trail was overgrown, narrow, rocky and winding.
The view at the top was amazing – really gives you perspective on the quiet life here. I had a crazy desire to rent a cottage and start writing a book.