The South Wall

Walking Partners on the South Wall
Walking Partners on the South Wall

I don’t consider myself an ocean person. I grew up in Los Angeles. Los Angeles is on the Pacific Ocean, but I never feel as though I grew up in a “sea town” or “by the ocean.” We didn’t live that close to the ocean so that is the obvious reason I feel that way, and Los Angeles is a huge city that also includes hills and canyons. Dublin is a much smaller city, but it is also right on a sea and it also has hills within its boarders. In both cities, though, I am always amazed at how different they feel when you are beside the sea. The city changes completely.

Bright Red Lighthouse
Bright Red Lighthouse

For the first time last Monday I went for a walk on the South Wall. The Wall boarders the entrance way to Dublin Port, the Liffey, the Grand Canal and the Royal Canal. It runs out beyond the famous red and white striped smoke stacks to a squat red light house at the tip. The views stretch from the Bray to Howth, including Bull Island and the Wicklow Mountains.

Fun and Games on the South Wall
Fun and Games on the South Wall
Smoke Stacks in the Distance
Smoke Stacks in the Distance

We walked on a foggy morning when the clouds couldn’t quite decide whether to take off or hang around. It’s always blowy on the Irish Sea. Dublin looked like it was behind a veil; for some of the walk we couldn’t even see it sitting there quietly just inland. As we got back to the smoke stacks, I could just make out the dramatic Beckett Bridge and Custom House on the quays. A few big ferries that were not in use idled in their giant slips.

Lighthouse's Little Green Partner
Lighthouse’s Little Green Partner

The South Wall is not as busy as Dun Laoghaire pier, though the walks are similar. It is not as easy to get to; you really need a car. Happily we were invited on the walk by a friend who not only can drive but was also in possession of a car for the day. We drove out past the scrap yards and energy plants to the edge of Dublin. It is odd to be behind the giant smoke stacks; to see them from a different angle. It is wonderful to be at the lighthouse and to be facing right into Dublin, right at it’s centre.

Reverse View of Smoke Stacks
Reverse View of Smoke Stacks

Even though Dublin is a fraction of the size of Los Angeles, it’s face can change just as completely depending on where you see it from.

Dublin from the Edge
Dublin from the Edge
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The South Wall

Wicklow Mountains

When I am walking or cycling up from town to Rathmines, I can see the Wicklow Mountains straight ahead of me. This morning they were covered in a light snow.

You can catch glimpses of the mountains from many places in town. They are right on the edge of the city, and yet I don’t get out to them that often.

This past weekend C and I were taking care of two doggies so we decided this was a perfect excuse to get out and walk around in the mountains for an afternoon.

Mia Heading up the Wicklow Mountains
Mia Heading up the Wicklow Mountains

We drove up towards Sally Gap, following signs for Powerscourt Waterfall and Avoca Handweavers. In all the time I’ve lived in Ireland, I’ve only been up there twice before. The day was Irish: grey, windy and cold. We took a trail high above Loch Dan.

The ground is wet and muddy but luckily a walking track has been built above it all to save our shoes and keep our feet dry. Our doggie wards are both of the tiny variety, and had there not been a walk-way, we might have lost them in one of the cold puddles.

C and Dog Friends
C and Dog Friends

I love being able to see far and wide and not be able to see Dublin or any sign of a city. There were other walkers and hikers on the path but not that many. I love that a mere forty minute drive from the centre of a major European capital I can be standing on a mountain surrounded by mountains and air and sky and nothing else.

We hiked up Runyon Canyon in Los Angeles on New Years day. LA has many great canyon and hill walks. It took us about 40 minutes to park the car, let alone to drive to the base of the walk. When we hit the trail, we were some of hundreds of people and dogs walking. Everyone looked perfectly LA stylish as well. At the top we stood above the intense sprawl of Los Angeles. The city spreads as far as the eye can see. The Hollywood sign sits in the Hollywood hills to the left, and the Pacific Ocean is down on the right. Planes take off every few seconds from the airport. You are aware, totally and completely, that you are above, in and a part of a massive American city.

LA Sprawl from Runyon Canyon
LA Sprawl from Runyon Canyon
Hollywood Sign
Hollywood Sign

The Wicklow Mountains are the opposite of that, and a welcome relief. Not that I would mind of we could steal some of that LA sunshine. I hope we won’t have to wait until our next dog’s visit to head up to the mountains again.

Next time we head to the Wicklow Mountains I'm hoping for short sleeves and shades.
Next time we head to the Wicklow Mountains I’m hoping for short sleeves and shades.
Wicklow Mountains

The Phoenix Park

View From the Papal Cross, Site of the 1979 Papal Mass
View From the Papal Cross, Site of the 1979 Papal Mass

The sun decided to come out on Valentine’s day, so C and I decided to go out into it. I had wanted to go for a big coastal walk. A few late nights, and the scratchy first feelings of a cold helped us make the decision to stay a bit closer to home and not to exert ourselves too much.

Wellington Monument
Wellington Monument

The Phoenix Park is one of Europe’s largest city parks. It is a fifteen-twenty minute bike ride from our house and we almost never go. I would say I enter the gates of the park maybe twice a year. Maybe. From now, for 2015, I would like to remedy that.

Áras an Uachtaráin
Áras an Uachtaráin

Phoenix Park is incredibly beautiful and sprawling. Though it is used by a huge number of Dubliners (and their dogs) every day, it doesn’t feel busy. It is vast, with views over the city towards the bay and up into the Wicklow Mountains.

American Ambassador's Sweet House. (I should have gone into the foreign service . . .)
American Ambassador’s Sweet House. (I should have gone into the foreign service . . .)

C and I parked our bikes and walked from the Wellington Monument up to the Papal Cross and back. We found three herds of deer, the American Ambassador’s residence (man, oh, man, does the Ambassador have it made), and a satisfying amount of exercise for a Saturday afternoon.

The Papal Cross
The Papal Cross

We re-fueled at Ryan’s on Park Gate Street, because what is a big walk without a hefty portion of fish and chips and a pint of Guinness as a reward? These fish and chips were particularly delicious and I don’t think hunger was the only sauce.

You Know It's Dublin When There's a Horse n Cart
You Know It’s Dublin When There’s a Horse n Cart

Ireland beat France in the Six Nations match, the sun shone, the air was crisp, the deer seemed happy and relaxed. All in all, Valentine’s day was a win.

One of the Park's Herds
One of the Park’s Herds

(For more on the history of the Phoenix Park, see their website.)

The Phoenix Park