Ticknock trail is a spectacular mountain walk if you're looking for a bit of fresh air or a nice Sunday walk. At the top you can see stunning views that span over Dublin City, Wicklow mountains and Bray Head. The trail isn't simple but in no way difficult (or so they say!)...
The weekend after the snow I decided to tackle the Ticknock Trail, I bundled myself into the car and set off up the mountains. I was wearing 4 jumpers, a jacket, gym pants, hat, scarf and of course a pair of runners with good grip on them. I'd decided my main priority on the trip was to keep warm and make it to the top. I set off full of energy and looked up thinking that it would be an enjoyable stroll. A group of twenty kids and their chaperones were in front of me, and I confidently strode by them thinking to myself that I didn't want to get stuck behind that bunch.
Half way up I was far from my confident self - I was sweating and I actually uttered the words 'Are we nearly there yet?!'. Given the choice there and then I would probably have turned back, and trotted home feeling defeated. We had taken our own route so we were walking through the trees to get to the top. I had no idea how long it would take me to get to the top but I urged myself on.
All of a sudden there was light! I had made it, I begin to stride and pick up the pace. Once at the top I looked out over Dublin and it all seemed worth it. The snow and ice created a peaceful atmosphere and everyone kept to themselves while taking in the breathtaking views. I noticed the group I had overlapped at the beginning were just approaching the top... At least I'd beaten a group of kids! I have done this walk over a dozen times but this time, maybe because of the cold weather, seemed a lot tougher making the reward all the much sweeter. And of course at the top of this beautiful mountain with this incredible view I whip out my phone and Instagram my experience... Because if I didn't Instagram it I guess i might as well not have done it!
I MADE IT AND NOW THE WORLD MUST KNOW!
All in all I'd recommend anyone challenge the Ticknock Trail, It's a bit of fun and you'll get the chance to broadcast to the world you did a nice bit of exercise - always a plus!
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