One day we did what National Geographic calls the Magharees walk.
Since it was raining we drove to Scraggane pier
and were thrilled when a fishing boat arrived with its daily haul of brown crabs and spider crabs.

Also a few fishermen came from their boats to the pier in their curraghs,
so it was scenic and traditional Ireland. We watched the wind surfers in Scraggane Bay,
waked a bit and had lunch at Spillanes.

Of course we had to have brown crabs after seeing them on the pier. We were surprised when the waitress told us they were just brought in to them from the pier, so we think we were eating the ones we saw being unloaded.

We loved the beach at Inch

and the drive getting there from Camp was as beautiful as any we had seen.

We were at Inch twice, drove on the beach, picked up wonderful razor clam shells, waded,
and the second time it was so sunny that the dune grasses had a silver sheen to them,
in the breeze, that was simply beautiful.

On the way there from Camp, the road got so narrow and we drove past a sheep pasture where the shepherd and his dog were waiting at the opening to come out into the road. We stopped for photos and the gentlemen wanted to talk as he had a daughter in Connecticut.

He then gave us a demonstration how his dog is trained to herd by his whistle commands and/or voice commands. Apparently this man competes with his dog and does all of the training himself. It was fascinating! Being farm girls, my sister and I loved the sheep along the road, the cows, the free ranging chickens, etc.

Nothing was prettier than the green patchwork fields and the sheep on the hillsides. We now understand about the 40 shades of green sung in the Irish song.

Of course we were in Dingle town and one evening we bought tickets to a traditional folk music session
at the old St. James Church. This program was wonderful!

We did the Rick Steves tour of the peninsula loop which was super and we had hoped to go to the Blasket Islands but the boat wasn't running the day we were there, so we settled on the Centre.

I'm almost through reading PEIG, and my sister read THE ISLANDER on the plane coming home. We were fascinated by the Blasket Islands.

The rose gardens of Tralee, although not in their full summer array were still lovely.

Another day we did the Ring of Kerry,

and Muckross one morning.

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