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Sunday, Nov 24,
2002
Our drive from
Dingle took us north, where we had to take a ferry to cross
the River Shannon, on our way to the Cliffs. It was early
afternoon when we arrived, and we were not prepared for what
we saw. The Cliffs of Moher are about as simply a natural
sight can come, and yet they take your breath away even from
afar. Extending for about five miles from the mainland, they
soar up to 650 feet above the raging waters of the Atlantic
below. A fine mist hangs permanently in the air, though it is
almost impossible to hear the waves crashing (unless you
ignore the warning sign and go to the platform and brave the
strong winds for a chance to peek over the edge, which Danny
thought about doing, except Yvette had no desire to become a
widow on their honeymoon). You can see, however, the hundreds
and hundreds of birds that make their homes on the crags of
the cliffs, playing in the updrafts, well aware human
onlookers envy them.
There are
a few places on Earth where it is hard to
deny the hand of
God in the world; this is one of those places.
Nov. 24, 2002
We wandered the area
of the Cliffs up and down, even going to the little tower
built by a local lord with money to spare, trying to see the
Cliffs from every possible angle. These pictures do not even
begin to do justice to the Cliffs of Moher, so be sure to
visit them one day.
Yvette
& Danny at the Cliffs of Moher.
Nov. 24, 2002
As much as we liked
this place, we had to get on the road in order to make it to
Galway not too late. There was, however, yet one more ancient
stop on our map before getting to the city...
Next: Galway
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