Ride from Limerick to the Atlantic

 This morning a blew out of my accommodation by 8:30.  AIRBNBs are good to a point but I felt like was walking on egg shells.  Getting out on the road was liberating, pushing through the Limerick Friday morning traffic until I reached the country side.  My GPS navigated me through one narrow road after another, picturesque as you imagine  Ireland to be.  The cows grazing throughout the rolling hills, bicycling down quaint roads lined with hedgerows.

Eventually I merged into major secondary road leading me to Kilkee on the west coast.  As a sited the ocean, I turned off the main road and followed the water via the narrow lanes. Around three, in need of sustenance, I parked myself a few feet off a tiny lane with a pastoral view.  What followed was a relaxing lunch using the food I had brought with me. After a leisurely lunch I  headed out and merged back onto N68. 

     The traffic was steady but moderate with the motorists giving me plenty of leeway.  That horizontal orange flag 

does the trick.  Sixty-one miles over hill and dale brought me into Kilkee, a charming seaside resort.  First things first, I checked into a local pub and inbibed in two tall ales.  The campsite I was hoping for nearby was eight kilometers out of town. Dispite my fatigue I mustered up the energy and made my way over to the site. In meeting the owner of the seaside camping ground, we struck up a friendly conversation. He volunteered to take me back to town for take out dinner after I setup my tent and showed. Little did I suspect that he would give me the grand tour of the most spectacular ocean cliffs.  With his local knowledge he took me to the photogenic spots.  Then off to get Chinese take out and food for tomorrow's breakfast and additional road provisions.  He insisted I ride down LoopHead Peninsula tomorrow. After his brief tour, he convinced me to take the time.  I may spend another day here and take in the beauty of this area.  Clicking off the miles gives me that satisfied feeling at the end of the day but on this trip, I plan to spend some time seeing the sites.  Tomorrow may  be an excursion around the area. What the heck! 

     My tent is fifty feet off the Shannon River as it meets the Atlantic. The temperature is dropping but I will be hunkered down in my tent listening to the water.   Not bad for my second day on the road