National Geographic : 1961 Mar
Jaunting carjogs along a rhododendron lined lane skirting the storied Lakes of Killarney in pastoral County Kerry. "There is no magic like that of Ireland. There are no skies like Irish skies," wrote native son George Bernard Shaw. Gap of Dunloe, a narrow, boulder strewn gorge, offers glimpses of wild and unspoiled beauty at every turn. Here Whitsunday traffic-ponies and pedes trians-wends through the four-mile long defile, which separates the Purple Mountains and the craggy crowns of Macgillycuddy's Reeks. knees as they lay on their backs and squirmed outward until lips were close to the stone. Countless visitors would not consider a trip to Ireland complete unless they could say, "I've kissed the Blarney Stone," and even the Irish, who already have their share of fair words, follow the custom. Some days later, when I took the road to Bantry Bay and Killarney, I rejoiced at the emptiness of the Irish roads.* In these days one finds rare pleasure in driving mile after mile without meeting another car. This is a powerful reason to visit Ireland in May and June, before the summer coach traffic begins. I was soon running down to Bantry Bay, where the Atlantic sweeps into an estuary 18 *See "I Walked Some Irish Miles," by Dorothea Sheats Jones, NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, May, 1951.