A Journey Back in Time

As I embarked on the Great Western Greenway, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. The open road, the gentle hum of the bicycle beneath me, and the promise of adventure ahead reminded me of the countless road trips I took across America in my youth. This time, however, I was trading the familiar highways of the Midwest for the rugged beauty of Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Way.

The journey began in the charming town of Westport, where I picked up my bike from Paddy & Nelly Bike Hire. The staff there were incredibly welcoming, and their enthusiasm for the Greenway was infectious. As I set off, the path led me through the lush Westport Estate, a sprawling 400-acre expanse that felt like a gateway to another world. The air was crisp, and the sun peeked through the clouds, casting a golden hue over the landscape.

The Greenway itself is a marvel, a 43-kilometer stretch of off-road cycling track that follows the path of a former railway line. As I pedaled along, I was struck by the sense of history that permeated the route. It was easy to imagine the trains that once chugged along these tracks, carrying passengers and goods through the heart of County Mayo. The echoes of the past seemed to whisper in the wind, adding a layer of depth to the already breathtaking scenery.

The Heart of the Greenway

As I continued my journey, I found myself drawn to the small towns that dotted the Greenway. Newport, with its quaint streets and friendly locals, was a particular highlight. I took a moment to pause and explore, visiting Grace Kelly’s Newport Mansion, a nod to the town’s connection to Hollywood royalty. The mansion stood as a testament to a bygone era, its grandeur a stark contrast to the simplicity of the surrounding countryside.

Further along the route, I reached Mulranny, a village that seemed to be plucked straight from a postcard. The views here were nothing short of spectacular, with Clew Bay stretching out before me and the majestic Croagh Patrick Mountain looming in the distance. It was a scene that begged to be captured, and I found myself reaching for my camera more than once.

The Greenway’s path through the boglands was another highlight, offering a glimpse into a landscape that felt both ancient and timeless. The air was filled with the scent of peat, and the ground beneath my wheels was soft and yielding. It was a reminder of the natural beauty that Ireland is so renowned for, and I felt a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to experience it firsthand.

A Perfect Ending

As I neared the end of my journey, I arrived at Achill Sound, the final stop on the Greenway. The sense of accomplishment was palpable, and I took a moment to reflect on the day’s adventure. The ride had been challenging at times, but the rewards were more than worth the effort.

I parked my bike at the Achill Island Hotel, where I was greeted with stunning views of the sound and the promise of a well-deserved meal. The hotel’s bar and restaurant offered a warm and inviting atmosphere, and I found myself lingering over a delicious plate of local fare, savoring the flavors and the memories of the day.

As I made my way back to Westport on the bus, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. The Great Western Greenway had offered me a chance to reconnect with the open road, to explore new landscapes, and to create memories that would last a lifetime. It was a journey that reminded me of the simple joys of travel, and I left with a heart full of gratitude and a mind brimming with inspiration for future adventures.