19 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, No Comments.

06/19 Ring of Carrie, Ireland

We woke to another picturesque day and it wasn’t till we began driving the Ring of Kerry that we realized it was also a lucky day.  We were heading clockwise, south to north and every possible tourist and circus was traveling in the other direction.  This gave us the ability to stop and enjoy the scenery and not second guess our place in line or force us to let others dictate our pace. We picked up another hitchhiker who we let reshape our direction.  A young Portuguese woman heading up into Northern Ireland.  She matched a desirable image I collected somewhere along the way.  Her dress like her hair, wandered among the changing winds.  While she chased away the goats so we could eat in peace, I watched her.  I imagined chasing her through the high grass, disrobing one garment after another until, finally catching her with a racing heart and the sounds of laughter, played with and then snared.  But what attracted me to her was the same thing that kept me away.  A gypsy likeness that painted a dirty picture, a line predefined in my youth that was difficult to rub out.