Showing posts with label church mountain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label church mountain. Show all posts

20240505

2024 Foray #0

Strictly this was not a trip so it doesn't qualify for my Foray rules, hence my title #0. I have regarded climbing Church Mountain as both a Foray-prelude and as a kind of test to see if I'm still up for it. At my age one cannot help thinking "this might be the last time I will ever do such-and-such". Seriously. 

Anyway, the self imposed test is to run/walk barefoot from home to Church Mountain and back. I skipped it last year - I think I was too taken up with my 2023 Forays. And that made this year even more of a test. I did it, the off-road parts were delightful as always, but the last few miles on road were hard work, meaning walking pace, and hard on the feet too. It could even be the last time.

23.4km, elevation gain 544m, avg. speed 5.6km/hr


It was ideal weather


The "gulley"

Our lake

The cairn (was it a church?) and beautiful Ireland

A tree - because it was so beautiful


20220403

Spring Lambs

Every year I have to see if I can still manage to complete the Church Mountain route. Because I am not getting any younger. I won't claim that I ran all the way, but I did make it there and back, barefoot of course. Nothing new about the route but still delightful there, up and down, apart from the drudgery of the return along minor roads some with loose chippings (ouch!): 14.7 miles, average speed moving 3.8mph, elevation gain 561m, total time taken 3:50, and made it back in just enough time for a quick shower before dinner. Oh, and I stopped at the summit for no more than a minute or so, long enough only to exchange pleasantries with a young couple there.

My track

Here are some photos including one of spring lambs!


20210404

Church mountain and Celandines

Every year and about this time of the year I find it necessary to disprove that I will never again run there and back and climb Church Mountain (bare foot). And so, the weather being clement, yesterday I headed that way. It's not much of a climb but when you add getting there and getting back... So as not to be late for dinner I had to push myself - didn't even stop at the summit - and once home I was pretty tired and aching and thirsty.  But I did it! I'm not totally decrepit yet!

Stats: 14.5 miles, average speed moving 4.0mph, maximum altitude 538m.

Our lake in the distance

Other People on the ruins

Me

Wayside Celandines


Celandines always remind me of my mother.  We were having a picnic or perhaps just a snack on the triangle of land in the centre of the map below. I must have been very young and I guess my older sister was there too. Very proud of my horticultural knowledge I pointed out the buttercups only to be told by my mother that they were celandines. From that moment on I have always loved celandines for the memory but regarded them inferior to buttercups.





 

20200322

The birds are still singing



The governments of the world are at their wits end, employers are dismissing staff, many shops are closed, there are limited transport options, food shortages and general instability. We are daily bombarded with coronavirus news casts. Conspiracy theories abound and it is sometimes hard to know what or who to believe.  Although on the plus side there are encouraging stories of altruism like Donegal chefs providing free meals for the elderly.

And yet I look up and see birds still flying. The sun is still shining. The mountains are still beckoning me. And life goes on, albeit restricted in certain areas. So far we are still healthy. I'm still barefoot running.  And so I did - my first foray this year to Church Mountain

My track: 15 miles, 822m height gain

I met a number of groups and a few single folk - more that I would normally expect even for a sunny Sunday afternoon. Lots of traffic on the Wicklow gap road. You'll see in my photos three groups in the cairn on the top. And the Gardai had to close Glendalough because there were two many tourists flouting the distance rule.

And the future... who knows?  Some say the world will never be the same. And we have to believe that God is in control.

Looking back on the way up

Almost at the top - our lake in the distance

Two groups on the cairn

A third group on the right

View from the top

More views

Our lake

Scalp aka Slievecorragh

My path turned into a stream

More cars parked at base than usual

St Kevin's Way, Hollywood

20190922

Church Mountain again

Church Mountain again. From and back to home barefoot. 14.6 miles. Elevation gain 697m. Some rain. Very tired!

Our lakes

Summit cairn

Marked for slaughter?

Toor brook

Almost back to civilisation


20190609

Belief and Diesel

I've always thought the advice to the Philippian jailer was over simplistic when he said: Sirs, what must I do to be saved? And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved. To give credit, the Greek pistis "belief", often translated "faith", includes the idea of wholly putting one's trust in something or someone. Whereas the modern English "belief" is sometimes much weaker as in "I believe it is going to rain this afternoon". So the above might better read "Put your trust wholly in the..."

One of our diesel vehicles had inadvertently been topped up with petrol (maybe 50% mix). I did not realise this until well on the way to Dublin to take Ali to an appointment. The engine ran lumpy but we got there, turned the engine off and did what we came for, but then I couldn't start it again. I got talking to the guy who we called out to drain the tank and we started discussing religion. He claimed to be a humanist atheist and said he believed only what he could see proof for, which definitely didn't include God. But apparently it did include some very wacky things like UFO's and life on other planets and the Jesus story being no more than a rehash of the Egyptian god Horus and did I know that Jesus condoned killing his enemies? When I got home and checked up on his points it quickly became apparent that there was a good deal less proof for his ideas than my Christian ones. But he was not the kind of gent that would be easily persuaded against his will and I'm not much use in debating (my brain works too slowly).  So we parted company each wondering how the other could possibly believe what he claimed.

Rachel Nuwer argues that the reason a god-shaped hole seems to exist in our species’ neuropsychology is due to a quirk of our evolution.  She says we have two very basic forms of thought: System 1 and System 2. System 2 evolved relatively recently. It’s the voice in our head – the narrator who never seems to shut up – that enables us to plan and think logically. System 1, on the other hand, is intuitive, instinctual and automatic... It makes us prone to looking for patterns to better understand our world, and to seek meaning for seemingly random events like natural disasters or the death of loved ones. Hence religion and her conclusion “There will always be people who believe, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they remain the majority”. But implied is that she doesn't.

In their paper "The biochemistry of belief" the authors quote Anton Chekhov as saying “Man is what he believes” and summarise that Beliefs are basically the guiding principles in life that provide direction and meaning in life. By way of example they mention the placebo effect: Medical history is replete with numerous reported cases where placebos were found to have a profound effect on a variety of disorders. One such astounding case was that of a woman suffering from severe nausea and vomiting. Objective measurements of her gastric contractions indicated a disrupted pattern matching the condition she complained of. Then a ‘new, magical, extremely potent’ drug was offered to her, which would, the doctors proclaimed, undoubtedly cure her nausea. Within a few minutes, her nausea vanished! 

We are motivated by belief at many levels. I can get out of breath jogging to my daughter's place a quarter mile down the road. When I tackle a long run like Church Mountain I have to first believe that I can do it (running barefoot with significant ascent and descent) and so far this has worked. Indeed I have just returned from such a run. I made it back albeit feeling like I couldn't have gone a step further, quod erat demonstrandum...


 distance 14.54 miles
 average speed moving 4.94 mph
 elevation gain 733m
 maximum elevation 541m

My track 

My lake, viewed from the summit
Looking south, the bump on the horizon centre left is Baltinglass Hill

What if the tenets of Christianity were untrue? Perhaps it might still be beneficial to believe in them, as in my recent post does it matter what one believes. This of course is the Puddleglum argument. But how much better if it the object of our belief could be shown to be true. And here's the catch: what does it take to show that something is true?  We take for granted that things we can sense are true, although even that is debatable. The rest: the makeup of an atom, the distance to far-off galaxies, the big bang and evolution (or creation) of man, the resurrection of Jesus, and whether the ladder I am about to climb will hold my weight... we take on trust. We have to believe else we cannot function. Whether or not the likes of Richard Dawkins agrees, it is clear to me that even atheists have to believe / have faith in their tenets.

Of people set in their ways Jesus remarked: neither will they be convinced if someone should rise from the dead. And such conviction apparently comes only as a result of action taken by God on our behalf. Which places me in an unenviable position if I happen to doubt, as I do.

20181225

Christmas 2018

I woke up at my habitual 6 am, turned over in disgust and slept another hour or so. Then lit the boiler and went for my habitual constitutional just over 4 miles. Then a small breakfast before checking up on social media and showering before the first big event of the day, brunch with C&L and my granddaughters three...




The next major event of the day was scheduled for 1630 so I had some time to myself. Why not prove that I can still climb Church Mountain? So I did. Barefoot of course. The temperature was mild, around 10'C. Unfortunately the summit was in the cloud (which now-a-days is considered cool).

My track below, same as my usual, 14.6 miles, elevation gain 600m (max elevation 542m).

A by-product was working up an appetite for dinner, although I noted Others eating more who hadn't run that far. Whilst writing this I have topped up with Nora's exceeding good Christmas Cake and frankly my tanks are full.





The route to the pass starts a s a road

Then becomes a track: looking back towards my lake

Almost at the pass with Church Mountain ahead

The summit cairn and pillar

The view from the top

Descent - good thing I had my waterproof feet on

At the base, and no, I didn't

Christmas dinner at 1630!


20180526

To find new horizons


A long run (anticlockwise)

Challenges are part of life, even self inflicted ones. I think I may have mentioned my goal to reach the mountain Lobawn running from home (and I admit some walking) barefoot of course. I tried to hide the goal from myself in case I didn't make it, but went there anyway and having got there of course I had to come back, and I had to come back a different way (a rule, also self inflicted).

The map shows my GPS track with statistics:
. Total distance 19.44 miles
. Average speed moving 4.64 mph
. Maximum elevation 637m, minimum 181m

The route was along what we call Goatman's lane to the Wicklow Gap road, then take the road that is part of St. Kevin's way and up to the pass between Hollywood and Donard with Church Mnt on the right. At the summit I turned left towards Corriebracks but kept on the peaty track towards Lobawn.

The descent was initially cross county and rather hard going in places to descent into Corragh to meet the track that fords the stream there. These mountain tracks are well enough made to survive the years and I wonder who made them and why?  From Corragh it was paved road all the way home.

This is my longest run yet and my body didn't like the last few miles. It wasn't that keen on the first few either, but the bit on the top of the mountain was epic. And possibly worth all the strain.


Forty shades of green - my mum would have loved this

The path, where I disappeared up to my waist in sticky peat

Looking back, that path on left, our lake in distance

That's Church Mtn left centre, Corriebracks to right

The summit stone, or summit like that

That's why I like Irish mountain tops, OK? 

Look carefully and you'll see our lake by that tree

Delightful gully at start of my descent

Which later turned into a stream

Here I washed my lower, somewhat peaty half

Corragh, looking back, Lobawn central on horizon

My favourite flower (after daffodils, dandelions, gorse, buttercups...)