Statistics:  mileage 11.2 miles  ascent 2770′  descent 2643′  4 1/2 hours

In the morning we were faced with a big decision about the day’s hike, since the skies were very dark and threatening and the wind was howling.  The morning’s planned  climb over Mount Brandon had been named as one of the highlights of the entire Dingle Way.  Jimmy said that climbing that mountain in these conditions would be very dangerous.  One couple at the B&B decided to take a taxi to Cloghane, and another got a ride down the road about 4 miles to change their path on the mountain.  Jimmy gave us a new route over the southern flank of Mt. Brandon where he thought we would be much safer.  We took his advice, then loaded up with lunch sacks full of his delicious scones and were off.  To get to the mountain’s side, we walked 4 miles on the road and then turned up a trail ascending the side of the mountain.  We hiked in a heavy mist and could see very little of our surroundings, but we made it to the top!

Just as we descended on the far side of the mountain, the low clouds lifted a bit, but a gale force wind hit us in powerful gusts.  We quickly realized that we could hear (!) the gusts before we felt them and this provided a moment to prepare for each one.  We had to scramble to stay on our feet. Sarah was knocked down once and I was literally pushed by the wind down the hill, running to stay upright.  The wind further up the mountain was even stronger and we were so thankful that we heeded Jimmy’s warning and took this new route he had suggested.  We were able to now make out An Loch Geal (a lake) below us.  The strong wind could be seen as it whipped up waves on that lake.

an loch geal

Finally reaching the valley floor as the wind continued, we had a long straight road ahead to reach our B&B at the village of Cloghane.  We hung on the road’s fence posts whenever we heard the wind approaching.

road to Boherboy

Even the birds prepared for the wind.

birds on roof

As we neared the end of the walk we overtook another group that turned out to be our hiking friends, Geoff, Kathy and Darby, who had walked the same route we were completing.  After passing them, we noticed that the terrain changed from wild moorland to a more peaceful, pastoral scene.


Heading for Cloghane, we arrived at Brandon Bay.

brandon bay

Cloghane was a small village, vividly colored as were many other rural Irish villages.    Walking into town we noticed the main street was lined with cars parked in both directions.  As we learned,  someone in the village had died, everyone from miles around was attending the funeral and not one business was open.  We could not find a place for lunch, but we were fortunate that one person had remained at our B&B, O’Connor’s Pub and Guest House .   The place had lots of old world atmosphere and the rooms were very comfortable and attractive.  We were told that if the owner was in the mood, we could expect him to share some of his well-known stories after dinner.

O'Connors B&B

We had dinner with our “on the trail” friends, Geoff, Kathy and Darby who also stayed the night at O’Connor’s. After dinner and to our delight, the owner, Mr. O’Doud (who mentioned his mother was an O’Connor),  regaled us with stories of four plane crashes on Mt. Brandon during WWII.  One crash involved a military plane that went down carrying Allied POW letters which the townspeople recovered, delivering them as intended.  Everyone enjoyed a delightful evening of music and storytelling!




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