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A backpacking adventure

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Wednesday and Thursday, 15-October-2025 and 16-October-2025

I do believe this is my first backpacking trip in Ireland!

I’d hiked up to Crotty’s lake a while back, and had taken the chance to meet (and chat with) the owner of the mountain. We’d had a good rapport, and so I’d asked him if it’d be okay for me to camp out at the lake for a quick escape from the city.



Yeah. Private ownership of everything. Crotty’s lake, the mountain it’s on, the trails… all privately held.

But you know what? In a place where I haven’t found anywhere that allows backpacking? Well. I’ll absolutely take it, and I’ll enjoy every minute of the outdoors that I can.

**Updated info: Crotty’s Lake is currently closed for improvements, so be aware. Hiking is permitted, but any overnight camping is not**

And enjoy it I absolutely did – Parking was easy, and the walk up to the campsite was beautifully simple and quick. Short and easy, and a nice stretch to the legs before I started the adventure of hunting for a good spot to set up camp.

Took a bit longer than I’d expect, truth be told, but I finally settled in for a spot right by the lake – One of the dangers of Ireland is the sheer amount of sheep, and so the real challenge I ran into was not running into said sheep… or, more accurately, setting up camp on their, ahh, “leavings”. But thankfully the spot I found was beautifully pristine, and camp went up quickly.

Night fell, I snacked on my dinner, and I enjoyed the quiet.


The next day dawned, and I was awoken by a couple walking around nearby. They were a bit astounded that someone had set up camp, but they headed onward pretty quickly after I assured them that the owner had given permission.

Breakfast, a quiet morning, and a bit of wandering around the lake kept me warm and stretched out.

Then a drive home, a stop for a snack, and a glorious collection of notes awaiting me back home!

Staying in Portland ’till the end (or the beginning)

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From Friday, 27-Apr-2024 through Wednesday, 01-May-2024


After my home became my apartment, and after my apartment became an apartment, I stayed with a friend. I had a few spare days to get things done before I stepped onto that plane – a few days left open to finish last tasks, and as a buffer in case previous tasks took longer than anticipate.

I had to put my car into storage, I had to lock down a few details with handing off the apartment keys, and… that was really it. A few odds and ends that I wanted to do, but… mostly just waiting.

Thankfully, my friend Bri was amazing throughout the whole exciting and chaotic event. She valiantly hosted me, drove me back after I locked the door on the Mustang (after putting it up on jacks, disconnecting the battery, and adding in fuel stabilizer). She went to dinners with me, helping me check those last boxes of places that I wanted to visit… and helped keep me out of trouble with a few final trips to the climbing gym in town.


It was lovely – and honestly a key part to packing up and saying goodbye to a home. Keeping time to feel the emotions, and having a friend nearby (if possible) to help navigate those waters. And of course, keeping time for things to go sideways, so they can be ironed out without anxiety or rush.

We even got to go to El Gaucho, finally – An amazing steakhouse that I’ve heard of, and had been meaning to go to… but never quite had the reason to take the leap.

It went well.

Backpacking up to the White River Glacier

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Friday and Saturday, 16-Feb-2024 and 17-Feb-2024


I really do stick to the spots I know, don’t I?

But why not, when the goal is just to get out of town and sleep on the glacier? I mean… the goal here isn’t to get crazy views (even though I like to!), nor is the goal to hike a ton of distance (though I do hike some extra miles when I can)… The goal is to get out of town, carve a spot into the snow, and appreciate the cold and solitude.

The white river glacier works well for that – I know it like the back of my hand, it’s not a long hike, and I can take my time on the drive out. I mean, I’ve never set alarms for days that I go up onto the white river glacier. I wake up slow, get brunch, then… take it easy. It’s nice.


This trip was no different from the others. I mean, I didn’t even get to the trailhead ’till 5:00 or so! And Sundown was 6:30!


But that’s fine – I know the path, I have headlamps, and…

Why was there a fire going near my campsite? Was there someone else in my spot?? For the first time in three years???

No, dear readers, thankfully I hadn’t been site-sniped. It was better… so much better. I’ve never seen any one else camping near my area, in the 3+ years I’ve been up that trail. Which is kind of strange, since I only found this specific spot because, when I went up in 2021, someone else had already carved it out from the hillside…

Anyways, I met a team of folks who were making fondue, and we shared fondue. It was delicious, and I very much plan on making fondue the next time I go backpacking. Also I plan on saying fondue as many fondue times as I fon-can. Do. Due.

In trade, I promised aerial pictures of their camp – I made sure they were okay with my flying my drone ahead of time, of course, and they were quite psyched for the opportunity, so… win-win, right? Heck yeah, right.


The rest of the trip was exactly as normal – quiet, relaxing, and exceptionally enjoyable. I adore the snow, the cold, and the quiet that I can’t ever seem to find in the summer. Something about the stillness of the air, maybe? Or where the world seems to be hibernating, and not expecting anything from us? I can’t say for certain, but I can say that I appreciate it.