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Malin Head

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As Carrie and I started planning our last days in Ireland we began to get a wee bit sad. Ireland had treated us well for the past month, with fine weather, friendly natives, and fantastic cycling. We experienced all of the above today.

Carrie round a corner with the northern coast behind her as we rode along the Malin Head.
Carrie round a corner with the northern coast behind her as we rode along the Malin Head.

The ain't no more Ireland after those rocks.
The ain’t no more Ireland after those rocks.

The quiet roads we rolled on led past great views of the Atlantic and the northerly coastline. It was sunny and the wind was calm.

At the Malin Head, the most northerly point in Ireland, we had a picnic along the cliffs and looked out over the ocean straining in vain to see Iceland and the Faroe Islands to the north and Scotland to the northwest.

From the Head we pedaled southeast to the town of Moville and its nice hostel that offered camping. The property had a small stone foot bridge over a creek that is said to have been built by none other than Saint Patrick in the 6th century. Although Saint Patrick is regarded the guy who brought Christianity to Ireland, there was another guy before him who had already started spreading the gospel and building churches.