T oday I went over a summit which was 1,146 meters (El Palu ‘The Pole’) compared with Carrauntoohil’s 1038 metres. And for once I managed to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. The plan was to conserve as much energy as possible until towards the final summit. However, for some reason I ended up on an old Camino way up the mountain which required going into a cabbage field, jumping two electric fences and traversing a flowing river over slippy stones. Fortunately I had my long stick with me and without it, I’d have been goosed (versus being ducked). I owe that stick my life. So not an ideal start but I eventually got to the right path and up and over, no pics from top due to 55 mph winds but you’ll have to take my word for it.
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