Sunday afternoon, sub-zero temperatures, the lake beginning to freeze, a run around the Kings River loop 9.2 miles. Others on walks complained of slippery conditions but barefoot I had good traction.
Showing posts with label Kings River. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kings River. Show all posts
20210110
20200426
Lake run
The COVID-19 lockdown rulebook in Ireland says outside exercise must be within 2km of home, and suggests a maximum of an hour or so.
That rules out the hills (we call them mountains) which are just the other side of the lake, but the bridge over the lake at the bottom of our road is well within the limit.
Yesterday I ventured out along the lakeshore from the bridge - I figured that once off the road I was also off the radar as there are no dwellings or worn human routes that you intersect once away from the bridge, but instead a lot of mud. So I successfully made it around the Kings River end of the lake, fording the river (it was up to my waist) rather than swimming as the present level is high-ish and I am not a confident swimmer.
In the event, as I neared the bridge on my return, I did meet one family group and duly passed them with 2m separation.
I'm hoping the 2km limit will at least be extended come May 5th. Once on the mountains and away from human habitation, who cares about limits? Unless sheep are susceptible.
Labels:
barefoot running,
Blessington lake,
COVID-19,
Kings River,
lockdown
20190421
Easter weekend
Easter weekend and amazing weather, the temperature in the 20's. Too good to stay at home so having free afternoons I made the most of them and visited some favourite haunts. My method on both occasions was to cycle and then walk / run. Although not much running. But once off bike I was bare-foot of course. I took a new ascent route through some forestry above Ballyknockan and thus made a round trip. I have a principle that, where feasible, the outward and return journeys should not used the same route.
After the Sunday meeting and shared lunch I set off again on my trusty bike, this time to explore forestry tracks under Tonelagee. 17.5 miles cycling round trip, max speed 40.3 mph.
My plan was to use the track as a new way to Mullacleavann. But when I eventually got out of the forestry I figured I had insufficient time and so instead turned right towards Tonelagee (3rd highest in the Wicklows). I met three pairs of hikers, and overtook a fourth single man on the way down. I habitually run most of the way down from Tonelagee - it's good for the leg muscles!
Stoney top is hardly a peak in its own right, the descent to the saddle with Tonelagee being slight. The saddle has an area of naked damp peat which is glorious for running barefoot on. I wonder where Stoney Top gets its name from?
The map identifies the small lake I saw to the right of the Turlough Hill reservoir as Lough Firrib. No, I have not yet swum in Lough Firrib but I intend to some hot summer day. The red square is where I parked my bike.
You can click on the images to enlarge them.
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| Saturday track |
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| Ascent through the forest |
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| After the forest I followed a sort of path |
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| Unusual to find company at the summit |
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| He followed me to this pool where I turned back |
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| Mullaghcleevaun in the distance |
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| Descent to Ballyknockan quarry road |
After the Sunday meeting and shared lunch I set off again on my trusty bike, this time to explore forestry tracks under Tonelagee. 17.5 miles cycling round trip, max speed 40.3 mph.
My plan was to use the track as a new way to Mullacleavann. But when I eventually got out of the forestry I figured I had insufficient time and so instead turned right towards Tonelagee (3rd highest in the Wicklows). I met three pairs of hikers, and overtook a fourth single man on the way down. I habitually run most of the way down from Tonelagee - it's good for the leg muscles!
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| Sunday track 6.51 miles |
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| The forest track, Tonelagee in the distance |
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| Showing the layer of peat that covers these mountains |
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| Towards the Wicklow Gap |
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| Having left the forest, looking back towards Mullaghcleevaun |
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| From Stoney Top, the path to Tonelagee summit |
Stoney top is hardly a peak in its own right, the descent to the saddle with Tonelagee being slight. The saddle has an area of naked damp peat which is glorious for running barefoot on. I wonder where Stoney Top gets its name from?
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| Some joker planted this false peak marker |
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| Lough Ouler and me |
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| The quick way down to Lough Ouler |
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| The true summit, Turlough Hill reservoir in the distance |
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| The descent - note the small lake to the right |
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| Wicklow Gap tourist car park |
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| Upper reach of the Kings River, under the main road |
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| The old Annalecka bridge, close to my bike parking lot |
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| Map of the area, my route in red |
The map identifies the small lake I saw to the right of the Turlough Hill reservoir as Lough Firrib. No, I have not yet swum in Lough Firrib but I intend to some hot summer day. The red square is where I parked my bike.
You can click on the images to enlarge them.
20181111
Remnants of Autumn
Yesterday the weather was permitting so I ran round the lake shore, Kings River end of the lake. The lake is starting to fill but it was still possible to ford the river. Another foot or two and it would need to be swum and the water is getting a bit too cold for that. In spite of the cold water, the sun was warm enough for a brief sun-bathe on the sand bar just before the river enters the lake and where it is safe to ford (no rocks underfoot). Sadly I figure this might be my last circuit of that end of the lake this season.
This morning the sky was almost completely blue and my heart urged me to make one last encounter with Autumn which seems to have been rather brief this year. But we had a meeting (it being Sunday) and by the time it was over, lunch had been lunched and washed up, and a few other minor tasks, it had clouded over. Wunderground was still maintaining that rain was possible but unlikely so I set of intending to do Church Mountain. But within minutes it started to rain and it continued for most of my run which I swiftly curtailed to just the lake perimeter (Kings River end) by road.
This morning the sky was almost completely blue and my heart urged me to make one last encounter with Autumn which seems to have been rather brief this year. But we had a meeting (it being Sunday) and by the time it was over, lunch had been lunched and washed up, and a few other minor tasks, it had clouded over. Wunderground was still maintaining that rain was possible but unlikely so I set of intending to do Church Mountain. But within minutes it started to rain and it continued for most of my run which I swiftly curtailed to just the lake perimeter (Kings River end) by road.
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| Ominous weather over Valleymount, from Blackditches |
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| Suggestion of rainbow over Ballyknockan |
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| Atmospherics over the lake, from our bridge |
20180910
Testimony to a very low lake
Several years ago the level of the Blessington lake (or reservoir) was artificially made low so that work could be done on the dam. This year the lake has become quite as low as it was then but this time it was due to lack of rain.
On returning from two weeks in the UK I noticed how much lower the level had become and decided to run around the Kings River end on Saturday afternoon (a week ago) to suss it out, it being a warm and sunny day. The experience satisfied. The area where the Kings River enters is normally flooded and out of my depth but now the river channel was narrow and shallow, with large sand banks exposed. And I met some regular fishers who asked me where was my dog! I think these were the same folk that, several years back, had helped me find Meg after she had run off after some rabbit or whatever.
I figured I would repeat the exercise one morning this week. Somewhat foolishly as it was only 7 degC and, scantily clad as usual, so I got rather cold. But having got half way around I had to finish which I duly did and am here to tell the tale. No swimming though.
This Sunday afternoon the weather was clement and, having attended to two WC's in the house here that had broken (story of my life) but having nothing else pressing to do, I set out again, this time armed with a camera. The latter was because I reckoned the lake, so low, warranted Special Attention. I passed the usual fishing regulars and several others.
S'funny. My son went off fishing at much the same time as I left for my run. And these men I passed who asked after my dog: doubtless they look at me, besmirched with mud, and think 'crazy guy'. And I look at them with similar lack of comprehension. But we share the same lake amicably.
As usual you can enlarge my pictures by clicking on them.
To start I cross the bridge and climb over the parapet at 'A' and go around the Kings River end of the lake in an anticlockwise direction (the same course as my son and I did many years ago on mountain bike and petrol scooter, only that time the tide was in). I run where I can, but some areas are too stony and slow me down. The course would be very difficult it tackled shod.
A week ago the river was a mere stream. And I've seen it far more bloated than in this picture. One needs to watch the weather before making assumptions about its depth and flow.
Ordance Survey Ireland have an on-line map service where you can overlay a modern map (of the lake) with a historic map (dated 1888-1913, before the lake was flooded), which shows the above fence-lines. The photo above was taken from where the stream (blue) crosses the fence-line (orange).
On returning from two weeks in the UK I noticed how much lower the level had become and decided to run around the Kings River end on Saturday afternoon (a week ago) to suss it out, it being a warm and sunny day. The experience satisfied. The area where the Kings River enters is normally flooded and out of my depth but now the river channel was narrow and shallow, with large sand banks exposed. And I met some regular fishers who asked me where was my dog! I think these were the same folk that, several years back, had helped me find Meg after she had run off after some rabbit or whatever.
I figured I would repeat the exercise one morning this week. Somewhat foolishly as it was only 7 degC and, scantily clad as usual, so I got rather cold. But having got half way around I had to finish which I duly did and am here to tell the tale. No swimming though.
This Sunday afternoon the weather was clement and, having attended to two WC's in the house here that had broken (story of my life) but having nothing else pressing to do, I set out again, this time armed with a camera. The latter was because I reckoned the lake, so low, warranted Special Attention. I passed the usual fishing regulars and several others.
S'funny. My son went off fishing at much the same time as I left for my run. And these men I passed who asked after my dog: doubtless they look at me, besmirched with mud, and think 'crazy guy'. And I look at them with similar lack of comprehension. But we share the same lake amicably.
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| My route around Kings River end of lake from Bing maps |
To start I cross the bridge and climb over the parapet at 'A' and go around the Kings River end of the lake in an anticlockwise direction (the same course as my son and I did many years ago on mountain bike and petrol scooter, only that time the tide was in). I run where I can, but some areas are too stony and slow me down. The course would be very difficult it tackled shod.
| Lots of dykes, ditches and hedges not normally visible |
| And a zillion new islands and penisulae |
| And all rather muddy |
| From 'B' looking back towards the bridge |
| The level has never become low enough to access this island near 'C' |
| Ancient roadways appear - this one at 'D' |
| This stream at 'E' is normally an inlet to the lake |
| Kings River at 'F' |
| Kings River looking towards lake - note the people! |
| All this area is normally flooded |
| Fording the river knee deep, it is usually an out of my depth swim |
A week ago the river was a mere stream. And I've seen it far more bloated than in this picture. One needs to watch the weather before making assumptions about its depth and flow.
| Looking up Kings River, all this is normally part of the lake |
| Looking back along the river né lake from 'G' |
| This and a piebald horse were near 'H' on all three runs |
| Near 'J' looking south |
| Near 'J' |
| Note the partially submerged fences |
| A Very Muddy Place near 'K' |
Ordance Survey Ireland have an on-line map service where you can overlay a modern map (of the lake) with a historic map (dated 1888-1913, before the lake was flooded), which shows the above fence-lines. The photo above was taken from where the stream (blue) crosses the fence-line (orange).
| Back to the bridge at 'L' |
| The closest post is dry when the lake is "normally low" |
| Civilisation |
Labels:
barefoot running,
Blessington lake,
drought,
fishing,
Kings River,
meg,
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