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ARRIVA Buses Wales DAF DB250 / Alexander 4140 - S280 JUA has just tackled the climb out of Old Colwyn and is pictured at Penmaenhead with Colwyn Bay & Rhos-on-Sea in the background as it works a route 12 journey to Rhyl Bus Station.
Cliffs of Moher | Ireland
Several years ago I bought an airline ticket to Ireland on a whim, flew out there with no plans or reservations, and had the most incredible and spontaneous journey. I didn't pack much, just a couple changes of clothes, a GPS, and my camera. I didn't really know what I was doing or where I was going. I had a general direction I wanted to go in but I relied mostly on intuition and my GPS to get me around.
[Taken in Normandy (France) - 19May07]
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Cliffs of Moher in North Western Ireland. Looking North along the coast. Someday I'm going to rescan this one, there seems to be an error along the top edge.
The Ta' Cence cliffs on the island of Gozo, Malta, rise up to 120m above sea level. From the bay of Xlendi it is a relatively easy walk to the top of the cliffs.
West coast of Zakynthos, Ionian sea Greece. The island hosts not only sea turtles but Mediterranean monk seals. 2007
- www.kevin-palmer.com - The sky was 100% clear as the sun rose over Lake of the Ozarks. This is the view from the cliff at the end of Rocky Top trail.
- www.kevin-palmer.com - On this subzero morning, the sundogs were constantly changing as the sun rose higher. I could see the ice crystals in the air which came from the steam over the river. Most of the time the sundog to the left of the sun was brighter and more colorful. But for just a moment, the sundogs appeared equal on both sides.
Hich Holm is a small Island lying close to the west side of St.Ninian's isle and is shown in the middle distance of the photo.
June 2014
I'd been thinking about doing this hike for months but for one reason or another I would get side tracked, sometimes literally, and wouldn't do it. With its robust trek up the canyon side, raw granite lip to explore, and looming basin to the east like a cathedral, it is my favorite hike. Towards the end of the work week, as often happens, I found myself fantasizing about the hike - sunshine pouring down on the dry grass and boulders like honey, the smell of dust and laurel sumac, and the quiet sound of wind and distant birds.
I set out pretty early on Saturday and was at the Horse Thief trailhead by 8:30. I wasn't quite the first one there; a white and green border patrol truck was ahead of me. I parked and started to get my things together; I noticed a uniformed guy half way up the hill across the road and waved. As I was locking up, he came down into the parking lot and I asked if there was some activity. "We're following up from last night," he said. Another agent was coming down from the trail in front of us and the first guy indicated a set of tracks to the second. I said goodbye and headed out along the lower trail into the valley.
It was a perfect day - warm, even hot, and there was a fresh breeze. I found a deer track going up the side of the canyon, a track I hadn't come across before, which made the climb up that much easier. The ground was powdery and except for bushes almost entirely free of plants. Instead of going straight up to the mouth of the basin, I cut across the ravine and headed south along the face of the canyon somewhat below the lip. I had tried to go this way once before a year or two ago, in the spring, but the foliage was too dense. There was still a lot of brush here but now it was reasonably easy to get through it, and pretty soon I found myself on a shelf of exposed boulders overlooking the valley. I sat and enjoyed the view. From there I headed up the canyon side again until I reached the top side. Here the surface is granite, like an exposed bone. Some places whole sheets of rock, more than a foot thick, have been washed down. In a heavy rain a huge quantity of water must converge in the basin above and crash down over the canyon's side, scouring the granite edge.
I wandered. Occasionally a humming bird would dart over to inspect me. I came across a spot where stones had been piled up. At first I thought it an immigrant's hiding spot, but it didn't seem right. The immigrant hideouts I've found before were under bushes or in rock niches, not constructed. And this didn't look like it would be good for sleeping. Could be a hunter's blind - but why hunt here, on this granite shelf? A minute later not more than ten yards from the blind I noticed deer prints. Maybe a hunter had built it.
Though the sun was still high, it was time to start heading back. My knee had been sore all the previous week, and now it was beginning to complain. Leisurely I made my way back across the bottom of the basin and started down the canyon side. I hoped to find the deer track I'd come up on, but it didn't really matter. At one point, I found myself on a shelf of rock, too high up to jump down. I was planning to follow the shelf around to the far side, and climb down from there when I heard a whirring sound, like a phone set to vibrate. I froze. The ledge ahead of me was only a few inches wide and there was nothing along it that I could see. All the same I decided to turn around and try something else. As I did, I noticed at the base of the boulder to my left a narrow recess, and coiled up within it was a rattle snake. It had already warned me, so I didn't linger. After that, my descent was a little more timid. An hour or so later I was back at the car. I did my tick check, though during the hike I'd seen only one tick. It was a bit after 4 pm when I headed home.