Sunday, June 12, 2022

Springtime in Colorado

A long four years after my last blog post, I'm back to share Asher's and my recent trip to Colorado! Oh how I have missed writing and sharing adventures with all of you. Other than a handful of trips for weddings or other family-related events, we haven't traveled since our honeymoon driving tour of the west in May 2019. We spent a few days in Colorado towards the end of our honeymoon and knew we wanted to go back to experience more of this gorgeous state together. Thanks to Covid, finances, animals, jobs, and an extensive home rehab/move, that didn't happen until just a couple weeks ago, but it was a lovely third anniversary gift to ourselves and even more sweet since we haven't traveled for so long. Normally I would have posted each day, but Internet and time proved difficult, so here is just one long post for you to enjoy!

Sunday, May 29, 2022 - Just a long day of driving from our home to Denver. We woke up just before 5:00 a.m. to finish preparing and do morning chores - with 22 animals to care for, it's never a small feat to leave. The two humans and one canine (my dog, Mishka) pulled out of the driveway just before 6:30, not much later than our anticipated 6:00 departure. We made a total of four stops - two combined fuel/bathroom, two bathroom only - with good weather and no traffic most of the way. About 45 minutes before we got to Denver, we hit a significant dust/windstorm which slowed everyone to 40 m.p.h. as tumbleweeds blew across the interstate and vehicles struggled to stay in their lane. The temperature plummeted nearly 40 degrees and after the storm passed, we hit some light rain. Unfortunately, this obscured the welcome-to-Denver mountain views. We arrived at our hotel in Lakewood (south of Denver) just before 6:00 p.m., got settled, then headed back out to nearby Bear Creek Greenbelt Park to stretch our legs on a short two-mile trail after sitting all day. I loved how many people were outside and active despite the rain! After our walk, we ran into Whole Foods for some groceries for the trip and also picked up some hot bar food for an easy dinner back in our hotel room. Showers and bed followed at 10:15.


Heading out!


Bear Creek Greenbelt Park

Monday, May 30, 2022 - We woke up naturally around 5:45 (6:45 our time, which is much later than Asher & I normally get up...even on vacation we're apparently in "work/farm mode"!). Mishka went out to potty, then we had the complimentary hotel breakfast (eggs, ham, yogurt, orange juice) while planning our day. We decided to climb nearby Mt. Morrison, aptly named for the adorable little town that sits at its base. It also provides an amazing overview of downtown Denver, Red Rocks, Mt. Evans, Longs Peak, and Pikes Peak on a clear day. The trail goes up about 2,000 feet in 1.8 miles and is good preparation for 14ers. The trail was consistently steep until the last 0.15 miles of complete boulder-scrambling. Once at the top, the views were stunning. We even got to see some Air Force flyovers/maneuvers and an eagle majestically circling! After some photos and snacks at the top, we carefully made our way back down. I'm so proud of how careful and surefooted Mishka was on some very technical, challenging terrain. She showed up Colorado dogs that couldn't even make it the last 0.15 miles! Once we got back to the trailhead, we headed up into the mountains on I-70. We made a few brief shopping stops in Dillon/Silverthorne before heading to Peak One Campground in Frisco. We have a truck tent that assembles easily on the ground before being lifted into the bed of our truck. It kept us up off the ground, which provided a little extra peace of mind from animals and also kept us warmer. The campground hosts were so friendly and helpful; our campsite was well-equipped with a picnic table, fire ring, and grill; and we were directly across from the bathrooms and water station so it couldn't have been a better first camping experience for us. We roasted hot dogs over the roaring fire Asher made, enjoyed a few other appetizers/snacks, and just reveled in the peaceful surrounding beauty. We settled in our tent for bed around 10:00.


Hiking Mt. Morrison - Red Rocks is in the distance


Mt. Morrison summit


Our campsite at Peak One Campground

Tuesday, May 31, 2022 - Unfortunately, a few inches of snow fell and the temperatures plummeted to around 25 degrees (F) overnight. Asher's sleeping bag zipper wouldn't cooperate, so he especially struggled. Mishka even had frost on her! After several mostly-sleepless hours, we reconfigured the sleeping arrangements to share heat more effectively and got some Benadryl on board, which allowed a few more restful hours of sleep before the campground was bustling and it was time to break camp. Fortunately, this was definitely the worst night of the trip and we only improved from there, having learned from mistakes! After a quick breakfast of bagels with cream cheese and clementines, we continued on I-70 west to Vail. We hiked the Berry Picker Trail from the Vail Village/Lionshead base all the way to the summit - 2,100 feet in just over 3 miles. It was a beautiful trail winding through aspens and across ski runs, and the weather couldn't have been more perfect with piercingly deep blue sky and only a few harmless clouds. I haven't skied at Vail for many years, but it was a lot of fun to be there in the off-season and see it sans snow. Now having climbed to the top on my own two feet, I have much greater appreciation for the efficiency of lifts that whisk us to the top in mere minutes compared to my 2.5-hour roundtrip hike! Once back at the base, we rested and refueled for a little bit before heading south to Leadville. Our campground for the next three nights was Lakeview Campground, south of Leadville and north of Buena Vista. It overlooks Twin Lakes and is surrounded by many 14ers, chiefly Mt. Massive and Mt. Elbert. We stopped at adorable, eclectic Tennessee Pass Cafe in Leadville to grab a late lunch/early dinner before heading on down to the campground - Asher had a turkey-avocado BLT and I had Colorado trout with a plethora of roasted veggies. Lakeview Campground normally has water, but this season they are redoing the system so we made sure to pack in enough water before we left Peak One Campground in Frisco. They still had clean (composting) bathrooms, and our campsite had a picnic table, grill, and fire ring. We got to bed earlier around 9:30, definitely tired from all the traveling, hiking, and previous night's cold! 


Winding through the aspens on Berry Picker Trail at Vail


Summit of Vail


Base of Vail, post-hike

Wednesday, June 1, 2022 - After a much-improved (and warmer - the low was right around freezing) night, we started our day leisurely with assorted snacks and pulled the tent out of the back of the truck so we could head out. First, we went to nearby South Elbert Trailhead to scout the drive/terrain/what to expect for the next day's adventure! Then we headed back into Leadville for a 2.5-hour train ride on the Leadville Colorado & Southern Railroad. Our conductor was incredibly knowledgeable and personable, providing interesting & educational commentary all the way up to our turnaround point at the French Gulch Water Tank. Once again, the weather was perfect and we were treated to breathtaking views the entire ride. We only saw a few mule deer, although our conductor said they've seen black bears, elk, moose, and even one mountain lion before. Dogs are allowed on the train ride as well, and Mishka alternated between sitting next to us enjoying the breeze and sleeping off the previous days' hikes. We got back to our campground around 4:30 to get set back up for the night and make some delicious veggie tacos on the grill. Bed was earlier again around 9:15.


Riding the Leadville Colorado & Southern Railroad


Beautiful mountain views riding the train


French Gulch Water Tank, elevation 10,840 feet


The locomotive


At French Gulch where we turned around


Veggie tacos

Thursday, June 2, 2022 - Today started quite early at 4:15 in the pitch dark. Quiet hours at the campground are from 10:00 p.m. - 8:00 a.m., so we tried to be mindful while getting the tent out of the truck, going to the bathroom, getting ourselves & Mishka ready, and pulling out (not the easiest with a diesel truck). Our mission was to climb Mt. Elbert, which at 14,433 feet is the tallest mountain in Colorado and second-tallest in the lower 48 (Mt. Whitney in California is the tallest). There are several routes to the top, but our research landed on the South Elbert Trail, mainly due to having two trailheads - an upper and lower. The lower trailhead is readily accessible off a maintained road; the upper trailhead is accessed off a 1.85-mile rough single track. Fortunately, our truck is a manual with very high clearance and 4x4, so we just crept up in first gear around 5 m.p.h. with no issues, arriving at the trailhead just as it was becoming light at 5:30. Although the trailhead sign said 3.8 miles to summit and AllTrails said around 4 miles, my GPS watch clocked in at 5.2 miles - I suspect this was due to trail repairs/restoration which we saw evidence of in multiple places. Elevation gain is around 4,000 feet but the last bit is by far the most brutal - my watch showed around 2,000 feet gained in the final 1.2 miles. Asher made it just shy of 13,000 feet before he called it a day with some very fatigued legs and lightheadedness. Mishka and I continued on to the summit slowly but steadily, summitting around 10:40 - this was with rest/water stops every 1/4-mile on the way up, so actual hiking time was probably more like 4 hours. I grabbed some photos/videos at the top, thankful for yet another day of blue skies and sunshine. Unfortunately, in my elated (or was it oxygen-deprived?!) state, I mistook the N Elbert Trail sign for our trail (S Elbert Trail) and ended up going down the opposite side of the mountain almost all the way to tree line! Thankfully cell phone reception was outstanding the entire hike, so Asher dropped a pin of his location and I traipsed my way around the side of the mountain until we reunited. Unfortunately, by this point it had warmed up enough that where there were patches of snow we had to cross, I was "postholing" (falling through - sometimes up to my waist). It's pretty exhausting work when oxygen is already scarce, you're off trail, and you've already summited a grueling mountain. I'm beyond thankful for the excellent cell phone service which allowed Asher to talk to me over the phone and give me a precise location to work towards, my incredible mental & physical endurance (I had no idea I had that much within me), and Mishka for putting her all into pulling my upper body and keeping me moving when I was postholing so badly. These factors kept a less-than-ideal situation from escalating into a life-threatening emergency. Once we reconnected with Asher, we took a nice breather (literally and figuratively) before heading all the way back down to the truck and bumping our way back down the road. Make-your-own pizzas on the grill were in order for a late lunch/early dinner, and we spent the rest of the evening just resting and recounting the day until we settled into well-earned bed at 9:00.


Early on in the hike


Nearing tree line & above the clouds


Above tree line


Mishka on the summit


Summit selfie 


Pizza for dinner


Mishka enjoying some rest in the tent

Friday, June 3, 2022 - After another good night's rest, we woke up around 6:45 and took our time getting ready, packing up, and breaking camp for the final time. We headed north to ski at Arapahoe Basin. With their closing day in only a few days (Sunday, June 5), snow coverage was sparse, one lift running, and two runs opens. Nevertheless, I won't pass up an opportunity to ski in June (actually my first time to claim this)! It was Asher's first time skiing outside of Missouri, and although the previous days of hiking and less-than-ideal snow conditions made it a bit challenging for him, he got several runs in and definitely understands the difference between Missouri and Colorado/real skiing now! I got several more runs in after he called it a day, enjoying the camaraderie with fellow devoted skiers & riders, then we started the trek down out of the mountains around 1:00 p.m. We did run into some traffic and road construction in Denver, otherwise the drive was straightforward. We stopped for fuel in Burlington, CO, and sadly discovered El Reynaldo's did not make it through the Covid shutdown (for the backstory on El Reynaldo's, just see pretty much any of my previous blogposts involving Colorado). We arrived at our hotel in Goodland, KS, around 6:30 p.m., after getting some tasty Mexican food at nearby Tequila's (Asher had a shrimp burrito and I had a chicken-shrimp-fajita veggies plate). The hotel had a pool and hot tub which felt amazing on our sore muscles - and perhaps even more amazingly, we got showers for the first time in five days. Sleeping on a real bed felt pretty nice, too! We went to sleep around 10:00 after getting cleaned up, fed, reorganized, and winding down.


Arapahoe Basin base


At the top of Black Mountain Express (the only lift open)


Normally the terrain behind me would still be open, but they are replacing a chairlift


Our hotel was very nice - Mishka appreciated having her own bed

Saturday, June 4, 2022 - Today was just driving from Goodland to home. We woke up around 6:00, had a quick breakfast (yogurt & orange juice), and were on the road around 7:20. We stopped three times - once in central-eastern Kansas for bathroom, near Topeka for fuel, and just outside of Kansas City for bathroom/food. We intended to try Whataburger as a special treat but even at 2:30 in the afternoon, they were overrun and informed us of a minimum 30- to 45-minute wait. So we instead grabbed nearby efficient Culver's and got back on the road promptly so we could arrive back home by 5:30. Many hours of unpacking, laundry, cleaning, and organizing lay ahead, and with animals, there's no resting up when you get back - so the remainder of the weekend was a flurry of activity before we both went back to work Monday morning. 


Kansas - there was a big fire somewhere so we drove in this hazy smoke for quite awhile


We saw a car vending machine in Kansas City


Our little trooper enjoying well-deserved rest

Closing thoughts - It was overall a lovely trip. I'm most proud of summitting Mt. Elbert. Not only was it my first 14er, it was also my first time at/above 14,000 feet (other than in an airplane) - and on the tallest mountain in Colorado, at that! There were a lot of physical & mental challenges to overcome and I truly believe I've come away from it a much stronger person. I'm also really proud of Asher for doing as much as he did, also for listening to his body and knowing when to stop so we didn't get ourselves in a bad situation. I'm proud of both of us for working so incredibly hard - both physically (lots of strength, cardio, and HIIT training) and at our jobs so we could financially afford it (I set a very strict budget for this trip which included camping and bringing/making almost all our food to keep costs down). I'm proud of Mishka for being such an incredible camping/traveling/hiking buddy - for only being 42 pounds, she's a strong, mighty little pup. We are grateful to Asher's family for staying at our farm to ensure the remaining 21 animals were well cared for in our absence. And I'm grateful to everyone who read this blog, especially if you made it all the way here! As always, if you are considering a trip similar to ours, I'm happy to answer any questions you may have. Until next time....... (hopefully not another four years!)

Blessings,

~Anna 

Saturday, August 18, 2018

Ireland -- Day 18 (FINAL DAY!)

This should have been posted on Tuesday, August 14, but I was VERY tired that night and have been busy settling in the past few days!

Today my journey around Ireland came to a close.  I was up incredibly early (4:25 am!), long before even the first hint of light filled the sky, so I could do final packing and hop in a taxi to the airport by 5:00 am.  Checking our bags and going through security then brought us to our gate with plenty of time to spare.  The first flight was quite quick from Cork to London, where we then had a two-hour layover, customs, security, and a bit of time to stretch our legs before the long flight back to the United States.  Fortunately, eight-hour flights provide plenty of entertainment, and my seatmate was Robyn, so there was no awkwardness of asking to get up to go to the bathroom, walk around, ask for food/drink, lean down to get something from under our seats, or anything.  I watched a couple of movies on the provided personal entertainment screen (Saving Private Ryan and A League of Their Own), had various cobbled-together snacks and a bit of the airplane meal, slept a bit, and eagerly followed our progress across the globe on the in-flight tracker.  It was so cool to know exactly where we were on the map and then look down and see it 35,000 feet below us (yay for a window seat and beautiful clear skies!).  Upon arriving in Chicago, things got quite hectic and frenzied due to a combination of things -- notably, an hour-and-a-half layover (from the time our plane landed to the time our connecting flight took off, so actually much less time than that for us to run through the airport), a ridiculously-busy airport with endless lines (not a fan of Chicago airports!), and quite rude United employees (again, not a fan of United Airlines).  Miraculously, our connector flight to STL was delayed so we made it, breathless, sweaty, and stressed to the max.  By the time we all got onto the flight and it took off, we were so exhausted and done with customs, security, airports, and traveling in general!  Ever wonder about the phrase "I need a vacation from vacation"?  That was us!  By the grace of God, we finally safely arrived in St. Louis, not even 20 minutes after we were predicted to arrive, and all our bags arrived intact as well.  Indeed, a reason to celebrate, and we all shared hugs before parting our separate ways.

Having never been to any country other than Canada before (which is so similar to the U.S., it's hardly a fair comparison), I had apprehension, excitement, and expectations galore about Ireland.  I had so many wonderful experiences, meals, and memories made, it could take me months before I could describe everything to anyone willing to listen!  At the root of this, I think it's important to note the title of the class I was officially "auditing" -- Cultural Competence through Food.  And while I did not learn a tremendous amount about anything other than American and Irish cultural influences on food, I think the many conversations, lectures, meals, and field visits we had extend far beyond those two countries.  Food is a connecting thread between anyone, regardless of their age, economic status, social background, geographic location, or anything else.  Yes, we may all have different ideas of what makes a meal.  Yes, of course we all have differing budgets for what we can purchase -- but ultimately, everyone has to eat something to survive.  And I think that "common thread of food" was an enormous focus of this trip, and something that has really stuck with me since I getting home.  I am incredibly grateful to my wonderful family and friends who supported me before, throughout, and after the trip.  And I am full of gratitude to our good and gracious God for providing our entire group with such a safe and enjoyable time.  I already miss the beautiful rolling green hills, the multitude of animals, the special people we met, and of course the amazing weather we were blessed with (only one day of rain the entire time we were there!).  As always, I'm more than happy to discuss any of the topics we learned about throughout the trip, including the somewhat controversial ones (in a civic manner, of course) -- such as GMOs, organic foods & farming, animal ethics, and more.  And I'm also quite willing to share any insights I can if you are considering a trip to Ireland.  I want to especially thank you for reading my blog and "traveling" along with me through it...there are many reasons I write this blog, chiefly among them for all of you, who so kindly and graciously take time to read each post and pass along your enthusiasm for sharing in my journeys around the globe!


London countryside from the plane


Newfoundland & Labrador from the plane


Chicago from the plane


A lovely rainbow to greet me in Missouri!

Until next time,
~Anna

Monday, August 13, 2018

Ireland -- Day 17

Today was officially our last day in Ireland, and while it is bittersweet to be leaving such a wonderful place (I think it always is after a great vacation), we are all very ready to get back to our own homes and families.

I woke up around 8:15, got ready, had breakfast (a scone, blueberries, raspberries, yogurt, and milk), and walked to a nearby Tesco Express (supermarket) with Robyn.  She needed to do some price/item comparisons for a project related to this class, so I tagged along to experience an Irish supermarket myself.  Then we got back to the dorms, loaded in a taxi, and headed for Blarney Castle.  Built in 1446, its crown jewel is the "kissing stone," which legend says if you kiss, you will be gifted for life with eloquent speaking.  Unfortunately, the line to get into the castle and see the stone is the same line, and this is a very popular tourist attraction, so the wait time was over an hour.  Rather than spend that time standing in line, I chose to explore all over the 60-acre grounds.  While it would have been nice to see inside the castle (I couldn't care less about the kissing stone!), I had a great time.  There were a bunch of cool trails that wound past a creek; pastures full of sheep, horses, and cattle; forests; a lake; and more.  I also strolled through the Poison Garden, which seeks to educate visitors on the potential dangers (but also benefits) of a multitude of plants, many of which may grow plentifully in the wild or even in our own gardens.  And I meandered around a few fairy places, which were cute; a series of boardwalks past a little creek/pond; and through a sculpture garden.  By the time we had lunch, I had already walked nearly 17,000 steps!

Lunch was in the town of Blarney at Claddagh -- a warm chicken salad (small bits of freshly-grilled chicken served on a bed of greens and vegetables), potatoes, and broccoli.  We also spent lunch discussing all aspects of the trip, a debriefing of sorts -- likes, dislikes, what we learned, how our perceptions & beliefs changed (or didn't change), and anything we would change.  We also shared a few photos that represented Irish food/culture individually to each of us.

After lunch, we caught a taxi back to the dorms.  My biggest hurdle was to somehow pack all of my clothes and MANY purchases into my suitcase, especially the breakable purchases in such a way that they will be well protected.  After I finally succeeded -- and prayed that my suitcase isn't overweight! -- I caught up on journaling, then got ready to walk to dinner at Quay Co-op Restaurant.  It's a quaint little spot in a historic building that looks down upon the River Lee, and they offer menu options suitable for a variety of dietary needs (vegetarian, gluten free, diabetic, etc).  Their associated Quay Co-op Store is also great for fresh produce, baked goods, and other items.  I had a veggie burger, made with nuts and black beans, and served with broiled potato wedges and a couscous salad.  Some rose lemonade, water, and final conversations sealed the meal.  A little mint chocolate chip gelato after dinner was then in order, and now I'm back at the dorm and ready for bed.  I won't get much sleep since taxis are due here at 5:00 am tomorrow morning, but I'll be grateful for anything I can get!


Blarney Castle


Picturesque green hills on my walk


Lovely pond I walked all the way around


Tree canopy path!

~Anna

Ireland -- Day 16

This is from Sunday, August 12 -- sorry it didn't get posted yesterday.  I fell asleep!

Today was a very, very special day for me -- a day of accomplishments, incredible memories, and new experiences.  I was up by 7:15, got ready, had breakfast (a pear, yogurt, meringue drop, and water), and headed to the airport with another student.  I should identify this "other student," whom I have referred to many times, as Robyn.  She is my matron of honor for my wedding next spring, and we met last fall in school and really get along well.  We've studied countless hours of anatomy & physiology, as well as several dietetics/health classes together.  She was also the very first person I saw the day after my mom died, and has been an incredible supporter and friend to me.  She's willing and game to try anything, even the most hare-brained ideas I've come up with here in Ireland, and a true inspiration and mentor to me.  Anyway, because she was old enough to legally rent the car, we went the airport together to pick up our Renault Captur.  Remember, we're in Ireland -- drive on the left side of the of the road and the right side of the car (just the opposite of America!).  Annnndddd...because manual transmissions are standard here, of course we had a manual.  So since my daily drive is a manual and I LOVE having the privilege of saying I've driven in another country (European at that!), I drove!  Our goal was the charming little town of Glenbeigh, west of Cork by about 75 miles, to ride horses for three-and-a-half hours with Burke's Beach Riding!  If you know me, you know horses are in my blood.  And what better way to experience this gorgeous country than on the back of my favorite animal?!  Led by a lovely young lady named Amy, and astride 24-year-young Irish Sport Horse mare Ginger, we traversed all over the mountains and beaches -- mostly walking, but a fair bit of trotting too!  We passed adorable cottages, fields full of fluffy sheep, endless green hills, and other quaint little sites, and Amy did a fantastic job of explaining (without overwhelming) Irish/Glenbeigh history and culture.  Imagine my elation when we descended to the beach and Amy asked if I was up for a canter!  We took off down the beach, wind blowing in my face, sand pelting my legs, and the power and eagerness of Ginger beneath me.  My face sported the hugest smile ever that no one could have wiped off.  I can't really express, not even with all the words in the world, how much this meant to me.  I've dreamed since I was a little girl of having my own horse, and that eventually came true thanks to the generosity and willingness of my parents.  But horses mean so much to me, and I've read in magazines (long before I ever owned a horse, much less took lessons) about countless beach treks throughout Europe.  To experience the full-on gallop of an Irish Sport Horse with the Atlantic Ocean waves crashing just feet away...wow!  This was an experience I will never, ever forget.

The beach trek was on the famed Ring of Kerry (also known as N70), a gorgeous (but narrow and bendy!) road that encircles a "finger" of Ireland.  Much of the Ring of Kerry closely follows the coastline, offering breathtaking views of mountains crashing right down into the sea.  We stopped several times for pictures, lunch (a smoked salmon sandwich served with coleslaw and salad), and finally a hike in Killarney National Park, which comes close to the end off the Ring of Kerry.  There were tons of trails to choose from, I'm sure, but we settled on Torc Mountain -- because why not climb a 1,755-foot-tall mountain in Ireland?!  The specific trail we were on stopped a couple hundred feet from the very tip-top, but we still got a lovely 4.7-mile trek in complete with incredible views.  We even diverged off slightly to see Torc Waterfall, and completed the whole loop in a mere one hour, 20 minutes (the sign estimate was 2.5 hours).

We then cruised on back to the airport to return the car around 9:15 pm, catch a taxi back to the dorms, grab some dinner from the little shop next door (chicken-coconut curry, chips, water, and a bit of leftover ice cream), and fall into bed exhausted but thrilled from an amazing day.


Me on Ginger with the Atlantic Ocean behind us


Best view in the world!


After our exhilarating canter (er...gallop) on the beach!


Driving is opposite but we returned without a scratch!


The view from near the top of Torc Mountain


Torc Waterfall
~Anna

Saturday, August 11, 2018

Ireland -- Day 15

Today I woke up around 8 am, got ready, and headed into downtown Cork with another student.  We had our very first breakfast out (all others have been eaten in the dorms!) at Cafe Gusto -- peppermint tea, scrambled eggs, and toast for me.  We then made our way to the Cork-Kent train station, purchased tickets to Fota, and awaited the next train.  You may remember that we visited Fota (the Fota House) on Tuesday...we loved the little island so much, we decided to go back on our first of two free days this weekend.  Our first destination was the Fota Wildlife Park (basically a zoo), home to a host of birds, European bison, wallabies, zebras, rhinos, giraffe, peacocks, lions, tigers, flamingos, penguins, an aquatic/butterfly room, primates, and much more.  All animals have TONS of room in their enclosures, way more than average zoos -- this is because the park has a far smaller range (and number) of animals than most zoos, and they are perched on an unassuming island in Ireland, not exactly in high demand for development or otherwise.  We had a great time exploring all over, snapping pictures, and laughing at their antics.  We then decided to walk (maybe 3/4-mile) to nearby Blackstone Cafe at Fota House, where we ate on Tuesday, for a late lunch.  A sampling of three salads -- beet, potato, and corn/bean/chickpea -- plus some orange polenta cake was in order, followed by a bit of a walk around the grounds.  There was a wedding about to start, so much of the showstopper flowers were not accessible, but we still had a lovely time.  Finally, we made our way back to the train station, enjoying wild blackberries along the way!  A quick train ride brought us back to Cork, where we then had a 2.2-mile walk back to the dorms.  Because we had already walked over 20,000 steps (it was only 4:00 pm!), our time in Cork is quickly dwindling, we have a full day planned for tomorrow, and today was a gray/misty day, we decided to hang around the dorms for the remainder of the afternoon and evening.  Some pizza, ice cream, and apple-elderberry juice was our grand dinner of champions while we watched a movie, and now it's time for bed!!


Breakfast at Cafe Gusto


Wallabies at Fota Wildlife Park


Baby ducks!


Baby European bison


Giraffe


Lunch at Blackstone Cafe, just like Tuesday except less rushed and stressful!

~Anna

Friday, August 10, 2018

Ireland -- Day 14

Today officially concluded our scheduled class activities, so the next few days are free for our choosing.  We have a few special, cool trips and adventures planned, though, so make sure you are still checking in each day until we return on Tuesday!

I was up by 8:00 today, got ready, did a little workout/stretching, had breakfast (toast with yummy Irish butter, raspberry yogurt from Glenilen Farm--where we visited yesterday, and tea), and headed to the UCC Geography Library for 9:30 lecture by Colin.  His topics were aptly related to yesterday's content -- dairy, cheese making, and food quality & safety, especially in relation to raw cow's milk.  And of course he had a complete conclusion/wrap up on everything we have learned and discussed during the past two weeks.  There is SO much to think about, and I'm really enthusiastic about discussing the (often controversial) subjects we discussed with anyone interested once I get back home.  I strove to keep an open mind, and even though I did not agree with many of the points Colin raised throughout his many lectures, I am very appreciative that he shared his opinions.  I am now aware of many other beliefs that exist about the food industry, both in Ireland and in a broader sense, the United States/world.  And I have a much greater knowledge of the food industry, culinary emphases, history, and agricultural practices in Ireland!

We had a nice two-hour break for lunch, so another student and I had a leisurely lunch on campus (beet-potato-turkey salad, corn-onion-rice pilaf, coleslaw, & mixed berry mousse) followed by a walk to Cork city center and back.  The afternoon lecture was presented by Diarmuid O Drisceoil about the history of brewing in Cork/Ireland as a whole.  Appropriately, our day concluded with a brewery tour of Rising Sons Brewery in Cork.  They are a microbrewery, so everything is pretty condensed and packed in, but it was super interesting to learn about the entire brewing process.  We then learned how to sample/taste two types of beer, which unfortunately did not settle well with me at all (even though I drank a grand total of maybe 2-3 ounces between the two).  Alcohol itself has never really agreed with me, but I've also recently had issues with gluten/wheat, so it was kind of a compounding issue that really got me when I tried to be a good sport.  So after tastings and everyone getting some dinner (except for me since my stomach was so unhappy), I headed back to the dorms with another student and chilled for remainder of the night.  A very light "dinner/snack" of oat cakes, rice pudding, and water was plenty for me.  I'm ready for some good sleep and a happier tummy tomorrow!

PS--Today was mostly a phone-free (and definitely picture-free) day for me, but I promise I'll have plenty of pictures tomorrow!  :)

~Anna

Thursday, August 9, 2018

Ireland -- Day 13

My favorite day of this incredible trip, up until now, was Ballymaloe Cookery School.  That was an awesome day, spent with lovely people, doing something I really enjoy (cooking & baking), and finishing with one of the most relaxing evenings ever looking out at grazing cattle and green hills.  I didn't think I could have a better day than that, but I was proved wrong today!

I slept until about 7:45, relaxed for another hour, had breakfast (a scone, blueberries, raspberries, and milk), and hopped aboard the nearby van waiting to take us on an adventure to Drimoleague (West Cork).  Our destination was Glenilen Farm, owned by Alan & Valerie Kingston, which produces yogurt that is distributed to a variety of Irish supermarkets and stores!  Glenilen Farm has been a dairy farm for generations of Alan's family, and hearing Alan's story of the transformation from small family farm selling yogurt at farmer's markets to commercial enterprise selling all over the country is really cool.  We loved getting to wander around the farm -- meeting their free-range pigs, who love to eat leftover yogurt/byproducts of the yogurt production; free-range chickens (and touching a still-warm egg); lovely farmyard cat; and friendly farm dog, Shep.  We also had a wonderful walk by the River Ilen, a peaceful little gurgling creek that winds through fields and forests.  Our path was rocky, quite steep in some places, and the perfect out-of-the-way spot to spend a Thursday morning.  Walking back on a quiet country road, past countless fields of cattle and marveling at the glorious sunshine and blue sky, was quite a peaceful experience.  Valerie ever so kindly provided refreshments and lunch for us (ham, potato salad, coleslaw, mixed greens, goat cheese salad, beet salad, scones, lemonade, fresh milk, and dessert...I was partial to the lime-polenta cake), and Alan was most hospitable in taking much time to explain the farm's history and current status.

Our next destination was Macroom Buffalo Farm in Macroom, also in the West Cork region.  The only buffalo herd in all of Ireland, these are water buffalo that have been imported from Italy.  They are so gentle and sweet, and imagine my melting heart when I got to pet 10-day-old to 10-week-old BABY BUFFALO!!!  They loved to lick my hand and make the cutest little grunting sounds.  I just wanted to take all of them home with me!  Sooooo precious!  Of course we also got to see the (most important) milking buffaloes, enjoying fresh green grass and a sunshine-filled day.  Many of them were flat on their sides taking naps.  This buffalo milk is strictly used to make mozzarella and ricotta cheese (Aldi's sells it), which we were fortunate enough to receive plentiful samples of -- in a Caprese-type salad (mozzarella) or in a whipped cream-raspberry sorbet type dessert (ricotta).  Then we also got to go be in the midst of the 4:00 milking, which was super cool!  We were literally allowed right down into the milking device section between the two milking parlor hallways, just inches from these beautiful beasts.  I was in heaven, let's just say!

Once back to Cork, another student and I hurried to tapas/dinner at the Parlour Cafe (these delicious delicately fried potato chunks with a sweet-spicy-creamy sauce, a goat cheese/fig/spinach mixture on crusty bread, and flour-less chocolate brownie with ice cream) before coming back to the dorms for the rest of the evening.  For me, today was really inspiring and hopeful to see how two different farms have made a very successful name for themselves -- whether as a family farm that unintentionally became commercial (Glenilen) or a novel, unconventional idea that became reality (Macroom) -- because my fiance and I ultimately want to get into farming (cattle, goats, sheep, pigs, chickens, vegetables, and who knows what else?!).  I won't soon forget today!!


Happy piggies at Glenilen Farm


Making friends with Shep at Glenilen Farm


Such a pretty view and day!


Macroom Buffalo Farm


She's winking at me!


So tiny and sweet (10 days old)


Most of them were quite curious and loved attention.


Dinner at the Parlour Cafe


Dessert at the Parlour Cafe
~Anna