The peak lies due south west of the Glenmalure river and valley.
The forecast for the day was good - due to be the best of the holiday weekend. But mist came and went during the day. Fortunately at the top the mist cleared. Table Mountain, Mullaghcleevaun, Tonelagee and Duff Hill were all visible. Indeed, at one stage the sun was shining on the cement surrounding the reservoir on Turlough Hill.
And not a bother to Tess. But the planned route had to be abandoned and plan B put in operation. At the first gate a 'friendly' sign read, 'No dogs, on or off leads. Dogs will be shot on sight'.
Who would want to risk it. So we changed our routed. Fortunately, Coillte is far more hospitable and friendly towards walkers with their dogs than that 'sign person'. And of course Tess was on a lead.
We ascended via the North Prison.
It was Tess' first time on the Lug. My second. The last time was 42 years ago when we cycled tom Tallaght to Donard and made our ascent from the Gen of Imail. And after our descent, back on the bicycles and home to Tallaght.
How fortunate we were to have been introduced to such wonder. Indeed, it complemented the theology of the day. And maybe the mountain in turn complimented that brand of theology.
Today too, it was a place of wonder.
And if you still think in feet, Lugnaquillia is 3,039 feet up into the sky.
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