Ireland was a bucket list trip for Sully and me. Now that it's in the bucket, and we've recovered from the jet lag, the missed flights, and the stuff stolen from our house while we were gone (story for a different day)- I can tell you all about it.
We did a lot of walking in Ireland, primarily because it's terrifying to drive in that country. It might be slightly less terrifying to swim with hungry sharks while carrying a chum bag.
But everyone walks or bikes there, so we were right at home. We needed to keep our strength up, so we had little snacks along the way...
We walked somewhere every day. Every day we walked somewhere. Some days we walked a looooong ways, like the day we did the trail along Cliffs of Moher, to Hag's Head. 10 kilometers. Sounds more impressive than 7 miles....
I was sun burned, wind chapped, mud slogged, and totally, totally in love with the wildness, the booming of the waves against the cliffs, and the whole intensity of the walk. I didn't want it to end.
Ireland reminded me in some ways of Oklahoma. Pastures with trees along the creeks. Cows in the pastures. A lot the same. Except for the random castles in the Irish pastures. And if you ignore that Oklahoma pastures are kinda gray brown, and Ireland's are a vivid, eye-shattering green. Other than that, a lot the same.
We logged a couple of big hikes for our 52 week hike challenge. If you haven't checked out #52hikechallenge2016 on Facebook and Instagram, do that now. Right now.
And then come back to find out more about our Leprechaun Life!
Happy Trails! ....Saor
