After a hearty breakfast, we set off again in (guess!) the pouring rain and headed (guess!) up Corkscrew Hill one more time!

When we finally made it to the top, our leaders had some (cell phone) input from the operators of the ferry to the Aran Islands: "The seas are so rough, we're not certain we can make the crossing and won't know for sure 'til you get here. " The alternative was to go for it anyway ("neither rain nor fog nor...") or head back to Gregans Castle, dry out, and head to Clifden, the day's intended end point, by coach (if Saunie and Jay could arrange one on such short notice). (Clifden being not only on the other side of Galway Bay, but a good hike north of there, biking by land wasn't feasible.)

Reluctantly, we all agreed heading back was the best bet. Heading DOWN Corkscrew Hill was a blast, providing a delicious taste of triumph and natural justice over that blasted hill. Too bad it wasn't dry!