Giant's Causeway

Another road trip today. BI, a gentleman I met at church awhile back, set up and hosted a fantastic day for myself and three other international folks living or volunteering in Belfast. He drove us up the North Antrim Coastal Road, stopping at a hotel overlooking the Atlantic for a Cream Tea (coffee, tea, scones, jam, cream). Continued on through the Glens of Antrim, stopping often for photos (check out the link on the left) until we got to Ballycastle. The plan was to picnic at the harbour, but we got into town at the same time as the rain... The next stop was Carrick-a-rede rope bridge, one of the main tourist attractions in NI. It's this bridge that has been tossed across from the mainland to a wee island for over 350 years by salmon fishermen. And now it's a bit like disney world, with lines and lots of tourists and we all take pictures as we cross the bridge. It's an absolutely awesome location, though, with crystal-like water, and when we got there the mist was still sitting low on the hills. Thankfully, the rain cleared out and we moved onto Giant's Causeway. Wild. It's thousands (millions?) of these hexagonal posts created by volcanic activity. I was walking all over these rocks, trying to comprehend how they were created, and how they line the bottom of the ocean and appear again on the coast of Scotland...it makes my head hurt and makes me apprecate God's creativity in his creation of nature and its formations. From there we drove into Bushmills (home of the whiskey and old distillary) for tea at a chippy: traditional fish and chips. While eating we were treated to a local parade of the "Bushmills Protestant Boys" playing their fifes and banging their drums in all of their red, white and blue regala. And then home. So good. Thanks BI.