IRELAND . . . Kilarney Church . . I circle the town, travelling 16 miles through Killarney's mountain trails to lakes where wild violet rhododendrons bloom on 20-foot gnarly trees with mossy trunks. On a steep hard climb sweating over the Gap of Dunhoe, sheep graze peaceably in ancient rocky meadows. On the road, I meet all the carriage horses of Killarney, coming home to pasture. Later, I watch a bit of the Irish Open Golf Tourney in Killarney. Several noisy caddies share the hostel dormitory. I miss the days when my brother and I played golf with Dad.
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