The homeland

There is something about flying into Ireland that just feels really, REALLY good. It is gorgeous and familiar and somehow stepping off the plane and being greeted by a good whiff of cow manure on the runway and then Scotty at the gate is surprisingly nice.

If you want fashion and style and loads of material things, don't come to Ireland. If you want to see some unparalleled natural beauty, jaw-dropping scenario, and meet some of the nicest people on earth then this is the place for you.

Once again, I've been assigned to do preseason work (not a bad gig). Writing directions, driving a rental car on the "wrong" side of the road, spending loads of time on the computer, and just enough time on the trails to keep me sane. That has been my life for one week not. Not too shabby. Check it out.