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Posted by Butch on April 04, 2002 at 14:48:00: In Reply to: Archaeology of the Reek posted by Murrisk on March 30, 2002 at 21:34:16: Towards the last 100 yards in my efforts to clamber the summit of Crough Padraigh I slipped and and slithered over shiny slickery rocks stones and pebles. Now every pilgrim is brought to it's knees and not a prayer in sight. Jon Krakauer in his poignant description of tragedy in the ill fated descent of everest in ,96 brings to mind the tragedy's that have be-fallen the climbers of the reek. I take a moment here here to dwell on the reason for the efforts rather than the cambrian evolution of rock. Without the stimulation of two contempory natives; "Murrisk" And the efforts of J.DP'S. ancestors. Two thoughts might not have have come to mind: All things before us are etched in stone. And we should be thankfull for, to the chislers. The legend it is said that if you climb the reek three times ; you will go to heaven, and of course I have assured my daughters that I have indeed done so. Which to the best of my recollection I have done so!. Here now is a transcript from a postcard, I received from my Uncle Stephen Daly, some years ago: 'Stonechat on gorse bush with background of Croagh Patrick', "Baile atha Cliath" postmarked 1997.' "Did you ever climb the Reeek?. I climbed it 12 times. I walked to it once with Johnnie Mc Hale. I am sending you a photo of granny feeding the hens besides the old hay shed with the top of your head showing as you lay on the hay. What about all those promises you told me - You are worse than a politician! Love to all, Stephen. We leave the rest of the story to the astute pupils of St. Pat's.
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