In Which The Two Quiet Girls Are Labeled Adventurous Troublemakers

Mary was right. There are quite a lot of things to do around Cahersiveen, and her friend is a wonderful tour guide. Thus, in all our popping about, she took us down to two stone forts, which are almost like sister forts, they sit so close together. They are the Cahergal and Leacanbuaile Stone Forts, and, while not quite as tall as some of the other stone forts I’ve visited, they had lots of interesting corners. While I had not been to these particular ones before, MK had visited them with a history professor of hers, so she had a bit of the inside scoop.

We started by walking around one of fort, because everyone else was all clogged up at the entrance, and, like most stone forts, this one had a small tunnel that, while hidden, lead under the wall. One could, conceivably, crawl through it, but both of us were dead set against trying because, well, this particular one happened to be connected to the latrine, among other things. There were other ones that she knew of, too, which were used for storage and probably safety for children and easily crushable people during attacks. Those were the ones we wanted to see, but, since this particular exit was hidden, we wanted to be able to say we found it.

We did, after running in to a little bit of nettle, which, if it hadn’t been for the fact that we wouldn’t be back to the hotel for quite a while and I did not have gloves, I would have harvested. Fortunately, my lack of gloves probably spared me from more teasing from Cait.

When we ¬†finally made it back around the the entrance (we had gone around the larger of the stone forts), everyone had spread out a bit, so we went in, climbed up, took some pictures, then began looking for more of tunnels. We found one in the wall, but it was fairly short–probably designed for food storage. Still, we could both fit in it, and if you added a lamp and some throw pillows, it would have made a nice reading nook. We laughed about it, tried to take some pictures (and failed horribly–we both need to work on our selfie game), and climbed out.¬†We continued looking for the more extensive tunnels, and finally found the entrance to them, which MK immediately began climbing in to. I was not in quite so much of a hurry because, unlike the food storage one, I wasn’t so sure my hips could fit into this one. MK went in, but almost immediately came back out, as there was quite a bit of standing water just past the entrance, and she preferred to keep her pants dry, thank you.

Apparently some of the guys had heard about what we were doing (or quite possibly had seen us) and decided to go hunting for some tunnels of their own. Unfortunately, rather than trying either of the two we had gone into, they opted for the third one. You know, the one that also acted as a sewer. Someone told them just as the first guy was going into the tunnel, which caused the others to scatter, leaving their poor unfortunate buddy behind. As soon as he heard, he tried to get out, only to find himself firmly wedged, half in the tunnel, half out.

The legs were on the side that was out, because unlike MK, who poked her head in to get her bearings, then climbed in feet first, he had decided to climb in head first. So there he was, stuck, his head in with centuries old sewage (which, actually, by this point, was probably just like any other dirt), and his feet out in the unusually bright sunlight, flailing in a strange effort to somehow motorize his way out of the tunnel.

We very impolitely laughed at him, then wandered off to find our guide and let her know what happened. By the time she got to the scene of the pin-in, his buddies had returned to pull him out, and he was sitting there, muddy and red faced, trying to get rid of the evidence of his ill adventure. After our guide questioned him as to why he thought that was a good idea (his reasoning was along the lines of “well, they did it over there”). She sighed and shook her head.

“I knew you two would be trouble,” she said. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

“What did we do??”

“Exactly.” She studied us for a few seconds. “I’m watching you.”

And then she turned and walked off.

 

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0 Responses to In Which The Two Quiet Girls Are Labeled Adventurous Troublemakers

  1. IntenseGuy says:

    Don’t lose that sense of adventure no matter what they call you!

    Just use more sense that guy that dove in head first!

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