Camping out at Crotty’s Lake

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Tuesday, 08-April-2025


Dear Lord, how long has it been since I’ve slept in a tent?

Sat by a fire?

Enjoyed the cool air outside of a city?



Well, that last one I was able to get every so often by sneaking out to Howth, or Bray… but they’re still close to the city, you know? You can feel the city nearby, if not actively smell it in the air… and getting out into the woods outside of Waterford meant that we couldn’t really even see any city lights!

Now, this is Ireland, of course. And so you’re never ACTUALLY away from a town. We could still see some farmhouses in the distance, and there were some lights that shone nearby in the evening once dark fell. But you know what? I could smell the trees, hear the gurgling of a nearby brook, and we had an absolutely lovely fire going on to keep warm and to amuse us with the crackling of the logs.

That’s right – City-girl Andrea came camping too! Now, to be clear, this wasn’t nearly her first time camping – and while I was cooking up burgers for dinner, she was handily getting the fire started and the camp chairs set up. A good delegation of labor, a hallmark of us brilliant MBA students.

The next day, we even had chance to hike up to Crotty’s lake itself!

Now’s as good a time as any to introduce my dear readers to Crotty – a highwayman and bandit from the… well, from the unknown history of the Waterford region. According to the owner of the land (yep, this is Ireland, and so everything is privately owned. Including the lake, and the mountain it resides on), Crotty was one of the inspirations for Robin Hood – an assertion I’m not completely convinced by… but I’ll leave this link for my readers to peruse at their own leasure:

https://waterfordtreasures.com/crotty-the-robber-a-waterford-legend/


What I can say, though, is that the lake is beautiful, and very much worth the short walk up to.

Saint Patrick’s Day in Dublin, 2025!

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Sunday, 16-March-2025


I can’t believe I’m going to write a short post about my first St. Patrick’s Day in Ireland.

But, as strange as it may sound? St. Paddies day here was move low-key than any that I’d had in Boston. Maybe that’s saying something… something about how we don’t celebrate the things that are all around us?

Feels reasonable, speaking as the guy who still hasn’t been on Boston’s eponymous Duck Boats, or to the Statue of Liberty, or any other of a thousand little touristy things…


Anyways, a whole group of us MBA students got together for the adventure. We went to the parade. We went to a bar. We drank at least one Guinness… POSSIBLY even two! Not more than three, though, truthfully, since it was really just a slightly crazy madhouse. Think Boston, on a calm-ish Thursday night after the Red Sox have won a game that isn’t particularly important. Or any Saturday in Dublin, really.



Oysterfest in Howth

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Saturday, 01-March-2025


As it turns out, Andrea and my’s previous escape to Howth was also a scouting run for the Oyster Festival – another lovely chance to escape the city and the chaos of coursework.

We were joined by a few friends, and made a lovely day of it… though I’ll be honest, I was a bit disapointed in what “Oysterfest” actually ended up being.

See, I’d expected a festival. You know, booths, events, maps, that sort of thing. Instead… Oysterfest was really just a chance to go to the existing bars and pubs to eat oysters. That may or may not be exactly what’s normally on the menu. But possibly slightly more expensive? I’m not sure.

Really, I couldn’t tell you what made this weekend different from all other weekends.

But at the end of the day? I do like oysters. So it wasn’t so bad. And I did get to see a seal, which I count as an absolute excellent win.