To start our day, we had a wonderful Irish breakfast prepared by Moira. We then had our first day of gear re-packing (something we will all get tired of). This was followed by some quick bike tuning due to some gear shifting issues we noticed on the ride out of Ennis. Once loaded up, we took a photo with Moira and hit the road.
We then headed south leaving town on an Irish 'N' road that would run us along the Northern side of the Shannon river. Half way to our final destination, we made our way onto a less busy 'L' rode that took us through a hilly and beautiful country side looking out onto the Shannon river at a distance. After a few other roads we made it to the Shannon River ferry which took us across to Tarbert.
The morning started out with a light rain which would occasionally progress to heavier showers with brisk winds. These systems moved very quickly; none would last for that long. This allowed the ride and the touring of the country side to be very enjoyable even with the light rain; I would say that the rain did not dampen anyone's spirits. Needless to say, by the time we got to Tarbert we were soaked. Luckily for us, after the 30 minute ferry ride, we entered Tarbert to immediately see a B&B named Keldun House (we were ready to be out of the rain).
Dad (Mark) knocked on the door with the hopes of a warm bed. From his knock, a sweet face emerged from behind the door to greet us with joy and excitement; Bernadette! Along with her husband (Patrick) they were incredibly accommodating. They assisted us in hanging all of our wet items in their boiler room and kicked on the boiler for its wonderful thermal heat, which also heated the radiators in our room...(that might be a little backwards)!
From there we had our meal at the local eating place, Enright's, which was manned and chefed by the owner Mr. Enright. It was a delectable and cost effective Irish dinner. We then went to the pub, Swankies, to enjoy a pint. The group of local men were watching the (horse) races. We joined in, occasionally letting our conversation get to loud. The bartender would simply crank the volume whenever this happened. It was an effective tactic. I appreciated it, as it let me know we were near the sprint of the race.
From there it was time to go enjoy the bed and pass out.
The rainy day with rolling views of the Shannon river and its surrounding country side was a wonderful beginning to the days ahead.