The Cliffs of Moher
Friday, 24 August, was the last day of hiking.  I decided I wasn't up for another trot through
the bogs, so I visited the Cliffs of Moher instead.  I am so glad I did.
    

The Cliffs, a spectacular sight.

   

   

      

   

  

   
People lying down looking over the edge at the
700 foot drop.  I managed to crawl out
and look over as well.

   


This is what I saw.  I about put finger marks in my camera taking this shot.  Scary as this is, some people just sauntered up to the edge, peered over, and sat down, dangling their legs into the abyss.  That's just wrong!

  

 

  

  
A view from the path that runs along the top of the cliffs.  Notice the castle (actually, a lookout tower built about a hundred and fifty years ago) in the distance and, on the horizon, the Aran Islands.

  

Walking to Doolin.  The day was sunny and hot and afforded some spectacular views.

  

  

  
Doolin, a quaint,  musical town near the sea.

  

Journal Excerpt:  24 August 2001 - Playing Hooky
     Today was absolutely the best day so far!
     . . . ten quid and twenty minutes later we were at the Cliffs of Moher.  What a spectacular sight!  Indescribably breathtaking!  I am so glad I didn't leave Ireland without seeing them.
     The day began with a thin cloud cover that added to the dramatic look of the cliffs, the crashing waves and the deep turquoise ocean.  As we walked, it got clearer and clearer until it was a bright, warm, sunny day.  All around us were rolling emerald hills dotted with cows, sheep, hay bails and distant villages.

   

         
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