CLIFFS OF MOHER, IRELAND
June-July 2017
THE fog cleared, and the wanderer hiked over the Cliffs of Insanity.
FIRST, however, the tour bus took her to a castle, which she wandered around, trekking around the perimeter and without really meaning to circling the whole thing. Then she found herself in a self-advertised incredibly dark network of caves, which of course was in fact filled with light by which to walk. But once, and only once, the guide turned out all of the lights, and the wanderer couldn't even see her hand right in front of her face it was so dark! Total pitch blackness: a darkness so complete it was like going into another world. Truth be told, when the lights switched back on the wanderer was disappointed. She wished to experience the strange sensation longer. Apparently, she is fascinated by the dark.
WHEN the bus finally arrived at the Cliffs of Moher, the driver was full of apologies. The fog was so thick they could hardly see a thing in the distance, the cliffs included. A drizzling rain fell from the churning silver sky. The driver recommended the cliffs' visitor center.
After spending a bit of time wandering about the center, however, the wanderer and her companions ventured back outside. They walked around the tower perched atop one of the cliffs . . . and kept walking. The rain had stopped, and the milky fog began to clear. The wanderer hiked the well-trod path over cliffs, aware that at certain points a fall could have deadly consequences but continuing on, slipping only once at a very steep set of stone steps (which she considered not bad at all, for a clumsy girl). On the way she encountered other hikers, as well as sheep and cows nonchalantly relaxing on the edges of cliffs.
The drizzling rain began to return only when she had nearly reached the bus again.
THE bus made a final stop at a rocky plain by the shore. Until coming to Ireland the wanderer had not known the Emerald Isle was such a rocky place. Ireland: the land of hills and greenness and sheep . . . and rocks.
THE fog cleared, and the wanderer hiked over the Cliffs of Insanity.
FIRST, however, the tour bus took her to a castle, which she wandered around, trekking around the perimeter and without really meaning to circling the whole thing. Then she found herself in a self-advertised incredibly dark network of caves, which of course was in fact filled with light by which to walk. But once, and only once, the guide turned out all of the lights, and the wanderer couldn't even see her hand right in front of her face it was so dark! Total pitch blackness: a darkness so complete it was like going into another world. Truth be told, when the lights switched back on the wanderer was disappointed. She wished to experience the strange sensation longer. Apparently, she is fascinated by the dark.
WHEN the bus finally arrived at the Cliffs of Moher, the driver was full of apologies. The fog was so thick they could hardly see a thing in the distance, the cliffs included. A drizzling rain fell from the churning silver sky. The driver recommended the cliffs' visitor center.
After spending a bit of time wandering about the center, however, the wanderer and her companions ventured back outside. They walked around the tower perched atop one of the cliffs . . . and kept walking. The rain had stopped, and the milky fog began to clear. The wanderer hiked the well-trod path over cliffs, aware that at certain points a fall could have deadly consequences but continuing on, slipping only once at a very steep set of stone steps (which she considered not bad at all, for a clumsy girl). On the way she encountered other hikers, as well as sheep and cows nonchalantly relaxing on the edges of cliffs.
The drizzling rain began to return only when she had nearly reached the bus again.
THE bus made a final stop at a rocky plain by the shore. Until coming to Ireland the wanderer had not known the Emerald Isle was such a rocky place. Ireland: the land of hills and greenness and sheep . . . and rocks.
Comments
Post a Comment