Actually, the mountains behind me are the majestic peaks of the Tracy Arm Fjord in Alaska. A bit more dramatic than anything one would find in Ireland, but I do miss soaking up the morphic field of the megalithic sites in Ireland and elsewhere in the British Isles. One certainly wouldn't find that in Alaska. The Crock of Gold? Well, I believe that is at the top of the mountain, not the bottom. The top of that mountain called truth, to which there are many, many roads leading to. I would like to think I'm near to it.