So reality finally stuck its ugly nose into our plans. It's simply not possible for me to take off a month now that I'm apparently a grown-up with a regular job. Sheesh. How rude of my employers to think I would want to work all summer rather than traipse across my homeland with my favorite girl. Some people.
But not all is lost. Rather than coast to coasting, we're going to walk the Dingle Way. Please do snicker at the name.
Lauren and I have taken to referring to it as the Dingleberry Forest, which is sure to annoy her dwarf. Honestly, that's part of the reason we do it. Who doesn't love an annoyed dwarf?
According to said dwarf, it takes about ten days to make that trek, which is FAR shorter of a distance than I'd like, but again reality is telling me I should be satisfied with that and shut the hell up. I'm trying to see this as an okay plan but am disappointed that we have to scale down our adventure to something just any ole Joe Schmoe could do.
Enough complaining. There are people without legs who would kill for the opportunity. We both have two legs, so no more whining. It's time for real planning.
