Walking to Carrick & the Slieve League Cliffs

man walking Sli Cholmcille to Carrick

Our 20 days in Ireland, walking the Bluestack Way and Slí Cholmcille and volunteering for a HelpX on Clare Island, is coming to an end. And while our second day on the Slí Cholmcille might be my least favorite of the entire trip, our last 2 days in Ireland make up for it with a beautiful hike to the Slieve League Cliffs and an evening with friends in Dublin.

couple in front of Millstone B&B in Cashel
Leaving our comfy B&B in Cashel on a sunny day

Day 2 Walking the Slí Cholmcille

Looks like another day of full sun as we head uphill out of town, offering us expansive views of the village from a different viewpoint. We stop at Byrne’s, the only food store within walking distance of our B&B. In the summer they offer pre-packaged sandwiches but we’re here in off-season so options are limited to mostly snack foods. Thankfully we’ve packed emergency beef jerky and protein bars, so we won’t starve.

View of Cashel from Sli Cholmcille path

We quickly see signs of active peat harvesting. We’ve been smelling the peat fires throughout town as many locals prefer to use it for heat and sentimental reasons, but now we get to see how they harvest and dry it. People have different methods, but here they are stacking it in little teepee shaped piles. Once dried, these hardened peat bricks are thrown into bags and collected as needed.

piles of peat drying in a field

We enjoy the soft crunch of gravel and the pillowy softness of dried bog grass beneath our feet while we sweat off our breakfast. Not liking this hot sun, but grateful for an easier walk today (or so I think).

man hiking Sli Cholmcille to Carrick

After some road walking, we leave the pavement to follow a forest through a short stretch of boggy terrain. The landscape is so barren here and it’s blazing hot with no relief from the sun. I’m not loving this route today.

But really, I shouldn’t complain, because the blue sky is gorgeous and we’re approaching a lake with mountains all around us.

man walking Sli Cholmcille towards a lake and mountains

A bit of open hillwalking through boggy fields that are relatively dry (thanks to the sun I keep complaining about).

But then we begin our climb up Crockunna, one of those Irish hills that feels like a mountain. There’s no clear path and it’s quite boggy, but there are waymarking posts offering a general direction up. We find a wall of raised earth and boulders, following it up as far as we can. I am sooooooo happy to reach the summit!

woman standing atop Crockunna looking out on Sli Cholmcille and lake
Looking down at Carrick from Crockunna

More open hillwalking but the descent is much easier as we walk towards Carrick. We have lovely views of the River Glen which spills out into the Atlantic Ocean and the barren terrain opens up into bright green pathways lined with yellow gorse.

Arriving into town, we stop at a small market to purchase snacks. We’re too tired and grubby to eat at the Slieve League Lodge, which boasts the only restaurant in town that’s open at the moment. We’ll come back for dinner later.

man walking into Carrick
Walking into Carrick, population 265

We’re staying about 1 mile south of Carrick, closer to Teelin and the Slieve League Cliffs. There’s a pretty river walk that takes us directly from town to O’Neill’s B&B, where once again we are greeted by a friendly face and a comfortable room to rest. Our room is spacious with skylights and windows facing the river.

It rains the next day, so we spend it relaxing in our room and walking more along the river walk. On the road to Teelin, just a few feet from our B&B, there’s a coffee truck called Brew In Thru where we get sandwiches and coffee.

Brew In Thru coffee truck in Teelin

Visiting Slieve League Cliffs

At breakfast we chat with Germaine and Mark from Wisconsin and I feel like we’re long-lost friends. We’ll see them again later today, as the skies have cleared and we’re all heading to the Slieve League Cliffs.

woman standing at Slieve League Cliffs Ireland

Besides being famous for their natural splendor, the Cliffs serve as the start of the International Appalachian Trail (IAT) in Ireland. They are more than 2x higher than the Cliffs of Moher and just shy of being the highest sea cliffs in Ireland — that honor goes to the Croaghaun Cliffs on Achill Island. Our host drops us off at the official Sliabh Liag Visitor’s Centre, where we meet up again with our new friends from Wisconsin. We say a quick hello to Roisin, who works at the center, and hop on a quick shuttle up to the Bunglas Viewpoint.

Bunglas Viewpoint, what everyone's here to see

As expected, there are a lot of people here, but once we hike up towards the top we lose most of them. Only daredevils attempt to walk One Man’s Pass, which traverses the tip of the cliffs and connects with the Pilgrim’s Path to return to the village of Teelin. We walk as far as we can until losing visibility in the fog.

Instead of taking the return shuttle, we walk back down to Teelin. The Wisconsin couple joins us and we swap travel stories all the way down. It’s a clear day so we have gorgeous views of Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Coast looking south. We can also see Carrigan Head and the old signal tower, built by the British in the early 1800s to warn of French invasions.

Back in the village, we part ways with the Wisconsins who are stopping at a cafe. We’re determined to eat at The Rusty Mackerel, even though we don’t have reservations. Our hosts and our notes from Tailor-Made Tours warned us about this, but in our excitement to reach the cliffs we simply forgot. After a long wait and drinks in the pub, we eventually get a table. The atmosphere is worth the wait and the cuisine is good solid Irish comfort food.

We finish our day by walking back to our B&B on Teelin Road. It’s a busy road and there’s little room on the sides to step away from traffic, but the views are lovely and we stop again at the coffee truck.

Glen River on Teelin Road
Walk back to O'Neill's B&B from Teelin

Return to Dublin

It’s the end of our walking holiday in Donegal so we say goodbye to the O’Neills who have been excellent hosts. They’ve scheduled a taxi for our return to Donegal Town, a splurge since we could have taken the local bus. Our taxi driver is the youngest of 7 children. He lives in Kilcar where his 83yr old dad still runs the family pub (John Joe’s Pub) that he took over from his father. The drive along this coastline is stunning and Eric and I make a mental promise to return with a car someday to drive the entire Donegal and Northern Ireland coast.

old worn out hiking boots

Our packs are lighter as we arrive in Donegal Town, and that’s because Eric and I both have left our hiking boots behind. It’s fitting that we purchased our boots for our first hiking trip to Ireland in 2016. After treading paths all over the world, they finally meet their end back in Ireland.

We enjoy a luxurious brunch at the Abbey Hotel while waiting for our bus which will take us to Dublin. Sean and Michelle have graciously offered to share their home with us tonight and their daughter even gives up her bedroom. Yes, we could have stayed in a hotel near the airport, but we have WAY more fun this way!

two couples sharing drinks around a firepit
Sean & Michelle warm us up with good liquor, conversation & a fire

I’ve worked with Sean for the past year but we’ve never met in person. Can’t think of a better way to end our time in Ireland than with this fun-loving family! Michelle cooks stone oven pizzas and salad while their young son Thomas roasts  marshmallows to perfection and quizzes us on Irish words. We stuff our faces with homemade sticky pudding and daughter Ella shares her story of childhood trauma at airport customs when she snuck giant scissors into her luggage.

boy roasting marshmallows

A friend pops in to drop off duck eggs and wish Michelle a happy 50th birthday. While sitting around the fire, which Thomas is gleefully building, the friend’s pup Luna entertains us with a poop fiasco all over the yard which culminates in a grand finale of a butt scoot all the way down the pavement. I laugh so hard that night that I go to bed with sore cheeks.

The morning before our flight, Sean takes us on a walk through Glasnevin Cemetery and the National Botanic Gardens. Sean and I discuss tourism and brainstorm ideas for enticing Americans to Ireland. It’s the perfect ending to a perfect trip, and it’s certainly not the last time we’ll visit Ireland. We loved our first trip to Dingle, but this time our experiences were so much richer. We spent more time connecting with people and all of our accommodations were owned by friendly innkeepers who welcomed us with open arms — that hospitality is the true beauty of Ireland.

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Hiking Donegal’s Slí Cholmcille

woman hiking Sli Cholmcille in Donegal Ireland

Having completed the Bluestack Way from Donegal to Ardara, Eric and I begin a new walk along the Slí Cholmcille. This route is part of several long-distance and heritage trails. The Slí Cholmcille is one of 4 loop trails that make up the Bealach na Gaeltachta (Gaeltacht Way). The International Appalachian Trail (IAT) follows a section of this route, as does a pilgrimage walk that is currently being developed and will eventually end in Scotland.

We are walking a modified version of the Slí Cholmcille, designed by Tailor-Made Tours, covering Ardara to Kilcar plus the Slieve League Cliffs. Come walk with us…

Day 1 Walking the Slí Cholmcille

Total Distance: 14mi / 22km

Our first day on the Slí Cholmcille begins with a taxi to the supermarket to pick up lunch, then drop off at the Assaranca Waterfall. The first few miles are on a busy road but at least we have lovely views of an estuary and Loughros Beg Bay. Before we know it, we’re surrounded by mountains and rivers.

As our route notes suggest, we take a quick detour to explore Maghera Strand, considered to be one of the most beautiful beaches in Donegal. I wholeheartedly agree! I would travel to Ireland just to explore this long stretch of sand, surrounded by mountains, dunes, crystal clear lakes and sea caves.

Back on the road, we continue along the Slí Cholmcille, steadily climbing up into the mountains.

woman walking Slí Cholmcille in Donegal Ireland

Passing through a picturesque valley with bleating lambs and a stream running down to the beach.

At the top, we exit the valley, walking towards an old stone cottage where we leave the roads and any semblance of civilization behind us.

man walking toward stone cottage

This is the second most challenging part of our hiking in Donegal. Just like the Bluestack Way, Slí Cholmcille includes open hillwalking through hag bogs. The path is more defined here, with loose rock to help guide us through most of hills.

boggy terrain and fenceline

But at one point we reach a section where everything has been washed away, leaving the hags isolated far apart and separated by a thick morass of black tar-like mud. I have to slide down a hag and almost twist my ankle when I step into a sinkhole hiding underneath the reeds. In three different places we steal rocks off the trail and use them to create a pathway through the mud in order to get to the next waymarker.

The route also involves several small stream crossings, nothing difficult, but enough to keep things interesting. Stopping for lunch along a river, Eric nearly drops his sandwich in the water because his hands are shaking after a near-catastrophic fall down one of the hags. Hard not to smile when surrounded by so much beauty.

man smiles while eating lunch on Sli Cholmcille

Once past the Glen River valley we pick up a road again. The countryside is beautiful, with traditional cottages and sheep being the highlight of this section.

It starts to rain again, has been off and on all day, but Eric and I don’t mind as long as it’s a light shower. Ireland is absolutely stunning no matter the weather.

And just like that, the rain stops as we reach Kiltyfanned Lough, where we enjoy lunch and we bask in the sun like lizards.

This road leads to An Port, a deserted fishing village with some of the most impressive views we’ve seen on Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Coast.

An Port is one of those “hidden gems” that many may know about but are often unwilling to hike or drive to this remote location. We meet up with an adventurous bloke who drove here. He says he likes American football, brings his boy to the NFL games when they come to London but he prefers the college games. He tells us we have to watch a game of hurling if we have a chance. 

From An Port our path ascends uphill. We’re both tired at this point but the coastal views more than make up for our weary feet.

After walking up the back of Faugher Mountain, we begin a long descent into Cashel where we’re staying the next 2 nights. The hard tarmac road is brutal on our bruised feet, but again, such lovely views that it’s hard not to feel exquisite joy in this moment.

In town, we stop at the local market for food. Options are limited in this tiny convenience store but we’re too exhausted to be picky. Plenty of time for a hot meal and pub tomorrow.

When we arrive at Millstone B&B, Geraldine greets us with “oh, you must be wrecked!” It’s an apt description because I feel like a ship that’s been battered and tossed about, grateful to have reached shore. Her warm greeting is one of the things I love most about inn to inn hiking. When far from home, at the end of a long day of hiking, it’s comforting to know someone is waiting for you with a smile and hot cup of coffee or tea.

Rest Day in Glencolmcille

We have a day to rest and explore the beautiful village of Cashel. At breakfast, we visit with a young man from northern China who is traveling around Ireland by bus with no itinerary, just pottering around for a month. Says he took trains and boats to get here, no airplanes. Interesting is too simple a word for this guy. It’s a sunny day so I wash laundry and hang our clothes to dry on the lines outside before walking to town.

We walk to the Glencolmcille Folk Village, an open air museum with 7 buildings, each depicting various stages of rural life in Ireland. It’s an excellent collection of artifacts and they did a fantastic job of authentically re-creating living conditions. As we enter buildings, smelling the peat fire and old wool clothing and linens, it is easy to imagine what it would have been like to sleep in these tiny beds and live in these conditions.

The first building we enter has a life-size replica of Fr. James McDyer, who established the folk village in 1967 as a way to boost the local economy and preserve their cultural heritage. Fr. McDyer is fondly remembered as being an activist who tirelessly fought to improve living conditions in his rural parish. Sounds like someone my parents would have loved to meet.

Across the street from the folk village is a beautiful beach with the mountain that we hiked yesterday looming above. Glencolmcille is my favorite town in Donegal so far, at least for scenic beauty. Nestled at the sea between mountains and rocky outcroppings with rivers and verdant green pasture, this quiet slice of heaven calls to me on a visceral level.

Glencolmcille Folk Village and beach

As we walk back through town, visions of living the quiet life in such a beautiful place, we pass an old man in a kilt. Unfortunately it’s a windy day and my eyes just so happen to settle on him as he experiences a Marilyn Monroe moment. He’s a genuine Scotsman, that’s all I can say.

We end our nearly perfect day at John Eonin’s Pub, where we enjoy a fantastic meal and try carrageen moss pudding which is made from seaweed found off the south and west coast of Ireland. It’s delicious! Roisin joins us for drinks. Her brother owns Tailor-Made Tours and she works at the Slieve League Visitor Centre. She gives us all sorts of good advice and doesn’t seem to mind that I have tons of questions. She offers wonderful conversation and buys us a round. To my eternal shame, we forget to return the favor. Guess we’ll have to go back to Donegal and meet Roisin for another round of drinks. Oh darn. 😉

Our time in the lovely Cashel and Glencolmcille region might be over, but we still have one more day of hiking to reach Carrick on the Slí Cholmcille. Stick around for that and the Slieve League Cliffs.

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Walking the Bluestack Way: A Donegal Adventure

woman on rock hiking the Bluestack Way in Donegal Ireland

Eric and I have been looking forward to our walking holiday in Donegal, Ireland ever since I began working with Tailor-Made Tours last year. Having worked on the route notes and info packages for all of their Ireland tours, I was drawn to their Donegal Way itinerary for two reasons. It’s a combination of two lesser-known routes, the Bluestack Way and the Sli Cholmcille, and it’s in a region of Ireland that I know virtually nothing about.

Turns out, Donegal is as extraordinarily beautiful as the rest of Ireland and those “in the know” have been vacationing here for years. Follow along as we explore the mountains and coast of Donegal on foot.

man sitting on bench in Westport Ireland
Waiting for the bus in Westport

The Bus to Donegal

Most people begin the Donegal Way tour from Dublin, but we go rogue and add a week on Clare Island beforehand. Which makes getting to the starting point of our tour in Donegal Town a bit more complicated. Our day begins with a ferry from the island and a shuttle to Westport, where we hang out at the SuperValu cafe and walk the streets of Westport for 2 hours while waiting for the bus to Charlestown.

colorful buildings of Westport Ireland
Westport is a beautiful town in Co. Mayo, 2hrs south of Donegal Town

Our bus ride is going well until we hit construction, which delays us 15min. I feel slightly panicked when I realize this means we will miss our connection from Charleston to Donegal until we look at the app and it shows that our second bus has also been delayed. We’re lucky this time, but I can see how public transit causes people stress, especially in rural places where large transit stations don’t exist.

Will it arrive on time? Will I make my connection? Where can I hang out with my luggage between connections? Where will I pee? That last one is actually a valid concern. I thought we would have enough time between bus connections, but that isn’t the case today. Eric nearly gets left in Sligo when he takes a potty break. When I see the driver start up the bus, with no Eric in sight, I’m wondering what’s more important at this point — the luggage or the husband. Thankfully Eric arrives and I’m saved from this moral quandary.

Our tour package includes detailed instructions for transportation to Donegal

Despite the near panic and discomfort of holding my bladder, I enjoy the bus ride to Donegal. This is beautiful countryside, passing the distinctive Benbulben and entering Co. Donegal through the coastal towns of Bundoran and Ballyshannon.

Benbulben table mountain in Ireland
Benbulben, Ireland's table mountain made famous by Yeats

Arriving in Donegal Town, we walk to the Railway Lodge, our home for the next 3 nights. We are greeted at the door by our host Sheila, who is grinning from ear to ear and apologizing for the large bandage covering her nose. She tells us she just had a surgery the day before and “it looks worse than it feels.” The lodge, like its owner, is buttery sunshine and the warmth of hot tea and scones, you just can’t help but fall into the comfort of this place.

man smiling at Olde Castle Bar in Donegal
Happy customer at Olde Castle Bar

Dinner tonight is at Olde Castle Bar and it’s everything you want in an Irish pub restaurant. Lively atmosphere, the smell of old wood and stone, hearty stews and good Guinness. And to my delight, they serve Dingle Gin!

stone church on river in Donegal Town Ireland
Donegal Town is easy and delightuful to explore on foot

Exploring Donegal Town

At breakfast this morning we visit with Sheila and our fellow guest Paul from Switzerland. Paul is a  repeat guest and when I ask him what brings him back, he says he likes that it is familiar. After years of traveling, he finds comfort in places that he has already visited and knows well. Donegal Ireland is such a place for him. Like us, he loves to walk and prefers traveling by public transportation instead of renting a car. He and Sheila share stories of what it used to be like traveling in Ireland by bus and train and how much it has improved in the last few years.

man walking River Bank Loop in Donegal
River Bank Loop

After breakfast, we walk the River Bank Loop which is a beautiful little 1.4mi walk that begins in town. We follow the river through a shady forest of mixed trees (birch, Scott pine, lime, hazel), passing fairy doors and houses, then circling around past farmland and returning to town.

fairy houses on tree in Donegal Town Ireland

We explore the ruins and cemetery of Donegal Abbey, a Franciscan friary founded in 1474 by Red Hugh O’Donnell and his mother Nuala O’Connor. Only a few walls remain but it’s a beautiful site where the river opens out into Donegal Bay.

woman standing by ruins at Donegal Abbey
Remains of Donegal Abbey

Donegal Town is bustling today with lots of visitors, so we count ourselves lucky when we snag a table for lunch at the popular Blueberry Tea Room. It’s a cozy space with quirky decor and a hearty lunch menu, plus an excellent selection of desserts.

You won't starve in Donegal, that's for sure!

I fancy a bit of shopping so we visit Hanna Hats and the St Vincent de Paul Thrift Shop, where I buy a bright green and orange Ireland scarf. We then stop in at the Mustard Seed for tea and snacks.

woman laughing and drinking tea
Eileen making me laugh at The Mustard Seed

This is a community tea room that operates solely on donations and acts as a gathering space for the Anglican Church parishioners as well as anyone who walks through their door. There are quite a few people when we enter and they all seem delighted to see us, welcoming us with conversation and cheery smiles. Eileen sits herself down at our table and proceeds to tell us almost all of her life story in less than 15 minutes. If you want good conversation and a place to feel welcome, the Mustard Seed is a true gem! 

fields and gorse on Bluestack Way in Donegal
Day 1 on The Bluestack Way

Bluestack Way, Section 1

We walk the first section of the Bluestack Way today, and it’s an eye-opening introduction to hiking in Donegal. The day begins with full sun, followed by a quick downpour, then sun and hail stones – all within the first hour of our walk.

sheep wool on fence on Bluestack Way

We don’t mind the light rain and hail, however, as it keeps us cool and gives us beautiful photos as we pass through fields of gorse and old cottages.

old stone cottage on Bluestack Way Donegal

Along the way we see a Brachan Pot, which was restored and placed near Lough Eske to commemorate those who died during the Great Famine and to thank those who donated to help feed survivors. I’m fascinated to learn that the Choctaw Indian Nation was one of those supporters. How beautiful that a nation of people still in the midst of their own suffering thought to help strangers across an ocean.

brachan famine pot in Donegal
Famine pots such as this were used to feed hundreds during the Great Famine

Another highlight of today’s walk is Lough Eske, a serene lake surrounded by rolling hills and the Bluestack Mountains. I’m disappointed that there are no benches or rocks to sit and eat our lunch by the lake, but we make it work. This is why we always pack a waterproof picnic blanket. 

After the lake, there’s a steep walk up, passing a wooded area and a village, and then the real views open up. We are now in the Bluestack Mountains and it’s absolutely stunning!

It’s April, so the hills are still shades of brown and dark purple instead of the vivid green that most people associate with Ireland. Bright blue skies contrast with the stark landscape and I max out my Google Photo storage trying to capture every angle of the light.

While we’re enjoying the views, we unfortunately have to rush because we’ve miscalculated how long the walk would take us today. We’re supposed to meet a taxi at 5:00 which will return us to our B&B, so we spend the last hour trail running to get there on time.

tree on Bluestack Way

The sun is relentless at this point and our feet are throbbing after walking on hard surfaces for 13 miles. We exit the Way earlier than our route notes suggest and cut through a road in order to make up time. Arriving at our pickup point with 20 minutes to spare,  we have now walked 15 miles and we collapse on a stone wall and greet our taxi driver with heartfelt gratitude as she drives us back to Donegal.

Eric wishing the clouds would return

Sheila makes sure we’ve survived our first day on the Bluestack before sending us upstairs for a hot cuppa and a nap. That evening Eric picks up pizza at Napoli Express, where the owner schools him on all things Guinness. He learns that Guinness is incredibly popular in Nigeria and that Gravediggers in Dublin has the best Guinness in Ireland (his opinion).

Breakfast at Railway Lodge is one of the highlights of our Donegal adventure

Railway Lodge Hospitality

It’s a full house at breakfast today. We visit with a couple from Oregon who are driving the entire northern coastline. Paul from Switzerland tells us he has walked 200km so far on this trip and he is just now “feeling his legs.” An older bloke, who is enjoying his retirement as a driver for Rabbies tour agency, winks at me as he says “I love this job, it keeps me away from my wife.” His smile is full of mischief, I bet his guests love him!

Our host Sheila easily converses with all of us, keeping the conversation flowing. I can see why her place is so popular and why her guests often return again and again. This is not a stuffy B&B where guests sit quietly at breakfast. Sheila runs The Railway Lodge like an old-fashioned boarding house, where guests are encouraged to interact and linger.

Bluestack Way, Section 2

Marie picks us up to drive us to our starting point for the 2nd section of the Bluestack Way. Besides running a chauffeur service with her husband, Marie leads day tours throughout Donegal County and especially loves helping people conduct genealogy research. By the time we reach our destination, my brain is overloaded with the names of her ancestors, her husband’s ancestors, and every family that has ever resided near Donegal Town.

woman hiking Bluestack Way
Checking my route notes for accuracy

Our walk begins with a peaceful oasis of trees, softly moving water, the ever-present whining of hungry lambs, and a graveyard. This section of the Bluestack Way circles around Disert Graveyard, which is aptly named since disert means “a place of solitude.”

Besides being a beautiful spot, the graveyard has some interesting history and traditions. There’s a megalith here and it is believed that your back pain will be relieved if you walk through the megalith and clockwise around it three times while reciting the Our Father and Hail Mary. I think it has more to do with the fact that walking up the hill to get here is good movement for stretching tight muscles, but who am I to argue with tradition?

man walking to Disert Graveyard
Walking through pasture to reach Disert Graveyard

I will admit to feeling quite relaxed after visiting Disert. It’s impossible not to with the sun shining down and the wind moving through the grass as we continue through the lonely landscape with not a soul in sight.

woman leaning against barn in Donegal Ireland

We reach an abandoned cottage which has been greedily reclaimed by nature.

abandoned cottage in Donegal Ireland

I enjoy this last bit of “easy exploration” before the walk gets challenging. Our route notes include an easier alternative at this junction, one that follows a road around the mountain. While tempting, we want to see what’s on top of that mountain, so we continue up, following the Bluestack Way.

woman climbing over stile on Bluestack Way
I didn't break the stile, I swear!

Hag Bogs from Hell

Before we even reach the bog I can tell this is going to be hell. The waymarkers lead straight up Cloghmeen Hill with no end in sight and no flat sections to rest cramping calf muscles.

woman pointing to top of hill

There is no defined trail, this is classic hillwalking where you choose the best footing you can while keeping the endpoint in sight. The waymarkers follow a fence so it’s easy to navigate, until we reach the bogs.

man hiking through hag bogs on Bluestack Way

We’ve walked soggy trails before, in mud so thick we thought we’d lose our boots, but I’ve never seen anything like these hag bogs in Donegal. The luminescent moss is our first clue to how wet the ground is beneath us. It’s misleading, looking like a solid surface until you feel cold feet and look down to realize your boots are quickly sinking and your socks are getting wet.

Then you look up to see mounds of dirt “hags” covered in dry heather, rising 4-6 ft above ground and surrounded by black gooey mud. Thus commences our first lesson in navigating hag bogs. Through trial and error we learn how to hop from hag to hag, avoiding the dangerously slick mud and the overly-saturated moss.

By the time we reach the top of the hill, we’re exhausted but feel a sense of accomplishment and child-like appreciation for having experienced a new adventure. Marveling at the beautiful views all around us and glowing with pride at having conquered the hags, we confidently begin to descend.

woman hillwalking on the Bluestack Way

And this is where we make our first mistakes. We put away our route notes, trusting that we know the way, which of course results in us walking down the wrong way before realizing our error. Retracing our steps back up to the waymarkers, we are now on the correct path when I hear Eric yell an expletive behind me. I whip around to see him rolling down the hill and I’m equally filled with horror and absurd laughter. Once I know he’s ok, I let loose and I’m sure the shepherds of Donegal can hear me cackling for miles.

man hiking through bog grass

My comeuppance comes towards the end of the walk, when I take one bad step and sink my right boot into the mud all the way up past my sock line. My mother would be saying a rosary after hearing the words that spring forth from my mouth. Eric just grins with smug delight.

muddy boots

Caked in mud and sore to the bone, we arrive in Glenties, one of Ireland’s “tidiest small towns.” It’s a beautiful little town with gorgeous countryside surrounding it, which is why I feel especially sad as we walk down main street and notice most of the businesses have closed down.

man walking to Glenties
Beautiful walk into Glenties

Marguerite welcomes us into her B&B, ready with newspapers to dry our boots and a jug of cream for our tea and coffee. Marguerite and her husband have owned the inn for 28 years, she knows a thing or two about good hospitality.

Marguerite's B&B in Glenties

We eat at Jim’s Cafe, which would not be my first choice but options are spotty here in Glenties since so many places closed down after the pandemic. The fish and chips are good, service is friendly and everyone walking in is local.

man eating fish and chips at Jim's Cafe Glenties

The next day, we enjoy a leisurely breakfast with a young man from Berlin who is here to surf. He says Ireland is the best kept secret for surfing, especially here in Donegal. We chat with a woman from Connecticut who visits Ireland frequently to visit family. There’s also a German couple who do not seem inclined to socialize and I don’t think it has anything to do with a language barrier. Their loss.

There are pretty walks all around Glenties

It’s a rest day for us, so we spend it reading, writing, washing clothes and drinking lots of coffee. I stay in my pajamas all day and Eric orders pizza for pickup. Just what we needed after those bogs kicked our ass.

woman hiking Bluestack Way from Glenties to Ardara
Bluestack Way from Glenties to Ardara

Section 3, Glenties to Ardara

The day begins with a light rain but it looks to be an easy walk today, so no worries. We came prepared for heavy rain and there are no hags in today’s route notes.

There’s a bit of road walking at the beginning but once we arrive at the river it becomes an absolutely stunning walk.

woman crossing bridge on Bluestack Way to Ardara

We cross many bridges and stiles.

Following a river surrounded by thick yellow gorse. 

man hiking through boggy terrain

Over boggy terrain with a boardwalk to lead us through the soggiest portions.

man hiking near river on Bluestack Way

Just before reaching town we stop at a hut, which serves as a resting place for anglers and hikers. There’s an interesting bench, carved from stone in the shape of a water bottle.

Leaving the river, we pass through farmland as the skies begin to darken, picking up our pace.

Bluestack Waymarker and gorse

Auntie B's Retirement

When we reach Ardara the sky unleashes a full torrent. Luckily we have just stepped into the local SPAR which has coffee and a place to sit. We wait out the worst of the rain and then walk to Auntie B’s. Owner Barbara greets us, efficiently fitting in loads of information into our brief walk through the halls to our room. We learn that she is a survivor of breast cancer, fighting through it all by herself amidst COVID lockdowns, and now she’s retiring and selling her inn. As she states, “I don’t want to die making beds.”

Wonder if a new owner will keep the name Auntie B's

The next morning, Eric gets his first truly full Irish breakfast, including mushrooms and potato cake. I’m content with my rashers and fried egg and toast. Today is a rest day and it’s raining, and Auntie B’s is the perfect place for a lounge day because she has a large living room with comfortable seating.

Eric loves rest days as much as me, we never have trouble finding something to do

There are a few guests here, one woman from Scotland and two men from Germany. I listen to the shared stories of struggle these past few years. COVID was difficult here, with two total shutdowns that restricted residents to remain within a small distance. Many long-term businesses closed, never to reopen. Ireland’s policy for accepting Ukrainian refugees has also had a profound impact, as residential apartments and local inns realized they can make more money housing refugees. In small communities which never had much housing to begin with, this results in reducing options for tourists and raising rent prices for locals. Good intentions with complicated consequences — an age-old story.

Ardara Ireland bridge and dental office

The rain lessens so we walk into town, stopping for lunch at the Courthouse Restaurant where I savor the most delicious seafood chowder ever! The restaurant is housed in Ardara’s Heritage Center and there is much to learn about this cultural mecca which is famous for its tweed and artisan craft products. There are scenic walks along the river and an excellent distillery, so it’s a good choice for a rest day.

river walk with Ardara Distillery
Sliab Liag Distillery in background

We’ve completed the Bluestack Way but there’s more to see in Donegal. Stick around, we’ll be posting about Walking the Sli Cholmcille soon!

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