As I sit here in my office, I tend to daydream a bit of one of the most beautiful trips I have ever taken in my life. You know it is one of those moments in your life where you literally are spiritually moved and yet you cannot help but think if you literally dreamed of this place, or you witnessed heaven in your own eyes.
I speak of Ireland and my wife and I took such a trip back in 2010 that we had been looking forward to for some time. Aside from all the places we visited, I continue to think about how we got to those places and what we saw getting there stays with me the most. We logged over 2,000km in a 2010 Fiat 500 and was a big part of the planning when the idea hit us one night at our local pub.
I knew I wanted to drive everywhere and not be confined to a bus and surely I knew this was not the smartest idea on the planet. Every reviuew I read of Ireland was full of warning and foreboding of crazy traffic, drivers, bad roads and mad sheep – and I am glad I did not listen.
The back roads we explored to get to our next destination was purely magical and at times, I was lost in a wash of emotions driving through Moll’s Gap, soaking up pure driving nirvana at Healey’s Pass, or carefully exploring the eerie Black Valley at sunset in the light fog. And yet, I cannot help but think about this trip as I make my daily commute into the office and have a better appreciation for the simple idea of driving to explore. What I left in Ireland was a smile and a few broken twigs from the bracken that hugged each road, but Ireland has left inside of me a soul-full of memories and experiences that only one can experience on a road that goes forever on.
Get out, drive…and explore.