Cliffs of Moher

This was just a day trip, and a bit of a hike, but it feels worthy of its own post.  A truely stunning view, and I'm not just talking about Colin's beard filling in.

We walked the path atop the cliffs about seven kilometers, which -- by my calculations -- is about thirty-five miles.  It may not be apparent from the pictures above, but the slightly muddied path snaked along less than a body length from the edge of the cliff.  Each slight slip caused my life to briefly flash before my eyes, though it was more the virtigo than actual danger which caused this reaction. For Colin, slipping in the mud just got the theme song to Dawson's Creek stuck in his head; at least, that's what he thought, until he realized it was actually Vitamin C - Graduation (friends forever).  I find solace in the idea that at least the cliffs were high enough that had he fallen, he would have had enough time to think "Wait, is that the theme song to Dawson's Creek? ...no, it's not."  Thank goodness, right?

The "farmland" and coastal town visible from atop the cliff path were equally beautiful, though I'm not sure if the picture captures it properly.