Up first was Croagh Patrick, the traditional pilgrimage walk. It's no stroll as the pictures will show, it takes a certain amount of faith and determination to get to the top. Having said that we climbed alongside an eight year old and a crazy dude in bare feet!
Our first look at the task ahead.
How to do it properly, it's very serious for many.
The relentless track that only got worst as the treck went on.
In between the bad track and the worst track was the ridge line where lots of people have left messages using rocks.
The second prayer station with the second lake in the background. On a good day the views are reportably awesome it was a bit misty for us.
haha our reward view from the summit.
The most impressive thing at the top of Cr Pat, us alive!
The chapel at the top was closed but much bigger than we'd thought it would be.
Inside the side chapel, photo taken through a window.
The final push to the peak is pure up and pure shingle, the fasted way down is to jump and slide with the loose rocks. Danger is fun.
So across from Cro Pat is the national famine memorial a cool ship made from skeletons.
Sunday it was off for a general drive and a visit to the Cliffs of Moher.
The cliffs themselves.
The happy travel trio.
The sign everyone was ignoring with a passion.
Emmett in his new hoodie.
Funny sign language.
The tea room where we had lunch.
So I might detail this a bit better latter but probably not. It's been a great weekend and now I'm tired so goodnight.
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